[Perceptor does not get a reply through the earpiece - the possessor knows better than that now. Even still Clayton makes a grab for the connection, but this time the creature anticipates it. It rips his arms off and crushes him underfoot like a bug, strangles him with his own memory tethers to hold him still. Suppression; the message is clear enough to Clayton even through his agony. His soul goes quiet.]

[On the outside, Clayton shrugs apologetically, though the movement is a bit jerky and over-exaggerated.]

I hear ya, but I'm not so sure I can send anything back that'd make sense. Sorry. [In an effort to get them focused on something else, Clayton beckons Perceptor to follow him with a wave.] How 'bout we head that way now? Place should be closed up by the time we get there. I could just say I forgot somethin' in my office.