[ Pudding actually meets him at the door and has to stop herself from hauling him in by the arm. Literally anyone else wouldn't get the luxury of crossing the threshold without a good tug at this point. ]

Come on come on! [ She's not snipping at him but she's clearly frazzled, and the moment the door is shut she makes a wordless noise of boiled-over frustration. ]

This whole network thing is so troublesome! It's not even safe to send a private message? I tried sending Kuai Liang all the information I had but I don't think he knows what to do with it and argh, there are dates in the log book, Soldat! Numerical ones!