(Okay, it's more extreme than Lucretia had initially realised; she's up so high in the spire, after all. The further down she goes the worse the smoke becomes, and she has to stop again, scrub at her eyes. She can hear Lup running over the feed; her voice is muffled when she speaks next because she's pressing her shirt against her mouth.)
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It'sā (cough) Lup, you're close right?