He doesn't ask if she's all right, because what would be the point? He knows she's all right. And he trusts her to look after herself, and to terrify the whole world just as much as, on occasion, she terrifies him.

"Okay," he says, voice still steady, and frowns at the cam. "Two o'clock. Thirty-five meters, it's in the planter at the edge of the roof. See it?"