Umm... Hi- Jack.

[The voice was unsure and the cadence of her sentences had a jagged, awkward wave to them.]

I’m, normally when- well, fish.

[A beat.]

No, I mean. I give my daily catch to Finnick, at his suite. But. Right now I have to give them.

[There’s a far off sigh, away from the microphone before the voice comes back at normal volume.]

The business, my work, Finnick said to give you my fish.

[Of all the times to suddenly sound like a lost child, Korra’s mindset picked now.]

Just- um, let me know. How that works. I mean, you’re in charge until he comes back.

Thanks? Bye…