[ York's already been wandering the halls so once the intercom clicks on, all he has to do is look up. He listens intently, finger tapping idly against his chest. It doesn't sound too bad, not up front, but there's too many questions to simply take it in stride. When the voice signs off, he raises two fingers to the side of his head and speaks with a lowered voice. ]

Class. Well, it's been some time since our punk rock days and I doubt that's the 'in' style anymore. Still, something isn't right here. It's worth checking into, don't you think, Zach?