[ Beleth's anger still pulses in her blood, consumes her thoughts, and she's ready to share more of these thoughts with Thranduil, when someone who is distinctly not Thranduil answers. It's abrupt enough for her to be left in a stunned confusion, staring stupidly at the crystal as she tries to regather her scattered thoughts. ]

Yes, well--Thank you. The issue at hand is, of course, that it's rather distasteful for a division head to go about kicking her subordinate's faces in, but if I could figure out a way to convince him to keep his mouth shut, or perhaps if I challenged--

[ Clank clank clank clank, ding. ]

--Husband?