[And getting closer also means that Izzy's sense of hearing is coming back, her ears perking up on autopilot as they start to pick up noise. She holds a hand up and snaps, listening to it echo down the mineshaft.] Halle-fuckin'-lujah.

Two things. One, hey, my name's Izzy and I just realized that I didn't tell you that earlier. And if you said your name, I definitely didn't get it. Two, that doesn't sound like any troll I've ever heard of, and now I'm actually intrigued. Three, are these, uh, Fissures always this bad?

Three things, sorry. I meant three things.