I think I'm a little overdue but whatever. [ her words sound slurred. looks like someone has been having a merry time. ]

Mm, okay. Six months, six months. That's what you wanted, right? [ a slosh of liquid. ] Well, Mr. Graham. I was caught up in a fear gas attack orchestr-orche- put together by that wanker Crane. More recently, I was held hostage by some stupid, spoiled bitch. I got a cat. Cute little thing. I made money, probably lost some too. Bugger. [ a pause. ] Had sex. Mostly with Jeffrey, but that's not a surprise.

Nothing else to report. I think that's it. Yep.

[ the voice message ends. ]