If SecUnit is looking for mutual message-sending, let alone a Feed, it's barking up the wrong tree. But what V can manage - and what SecUnit receives - is a ping in kind, and a rather surprised look out of V in the process.

"I... I've been hit, but I do not feel any open wounds. Though everything here's definitely been trying."

V scowls, one hand rising once more to that circle at the side of their neck. The sense that they should probably explain arises, but-

Better to wait until they're out of here. Time and place.

Fortunately, V doesn't actually have to call for their drone before it appears, zooming with the dramatically-dying remains of another alligator behind it.

"I'm not a fighter, and my tools were gone when I arrived." So apart from the trick with the bombadgies, they don't feel like they are much help right now.