[In this mixture between a labyrinth and an abyss that makes up the collective mind of the AIs, a third voice emerges, attached to neither of them. Given form, it is Jaime's suit, and the suit alone - a voice it may have, but there are no eyes and no mouth to speak of. It is, however, just as likely that Angel doesn't see it; there are a myriad of ways to navigate this digital space, and sight is but one of them.]

This is weird. There should be at least one thing we could tug on, just one thing dangling that we could talk to, but it seems like they're all occupied.

[Jaime feels rather than hears the humming in the system, a flurry of energy too large to conceive of, and far too concentrated to be normal, as far off as it may be. In its absence, the programs are hugely complicated. They're not any more complicated than the Reach's, but far more sophisticated than anything Jaime would run into on his Earth. Inside the computer, the Scarab makes a thoughtful hum, an odd mix between the static of a dead TV and a nigh animalistic murmur.]