Wandering had been a mixed bag, as of late. While she hadn't discovered anything hostile, most of the labs were full of devices Fortescue didn't feel confident enough to mess with. And she wasn't exactly a slouch in the technology department. No Ivy Chance, for sure, but she'd rarely needed to ask for help before; she'd grown up with high amounts of technology.

A shout, though, that draws her attention, and Jazz stays behind a few strides as she pokes her head around the frame of a doorway. She recognizes the occupant, at least, even if he's been MIA for a little while.

"Loud and clear, darling," she notes, somewhat wry.