( A general message on the crystals doesn’t alert him. Something sent to him personally, though, does the equivalent of breaking through his phone notifications. Makes him look up from his work, push hair off his forehead with the sweaty summer heat, makes him pick up the crystal. )

I am, yes —

( It was bad, she says. So Strange presses through to Julius’ message. Listens to it. Feels his extremities run cold, like he’s been doused in ice water, before he switches immediately back to Derrica: )

Do you have any further details? I’m assuming— medical supplies, it sounds like they need medical supplies.