[ he ought to be glad — she does answer... or her implant does. the rapid-fire pings of text and audio messages, one coming in right after the other, means it's easy for her scattered brain to accidentally hit reply on one of them. unfortunately, caroline doesn't exactly know what's going on — her attention is too focused on the sensations of pain and fear to really focus on anything else — so while her reply is prompt, it isn't exactly pointed.
instead, klaus gets a first-hand listen to caroline's immediate surroundings: a forty-five second clip that features the unmistakable sound of panicked crying, the loud smack of metal hitting skin (a pistol being slapped against her jaw), the splattering echo of blood spit out, and finally, the heavy stomp of boots walking away and the uncertain ragged breathing of someone desperately trying to get their shit together. ]
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instead, klaus gets a first-hand listen to caroline's immediate surroundings: a forty-five second clip that features the unmistakable sound of panicked crying, the loud smack of metal hitting skin (a pistol being slapped against her jaw), the splattering echo of blood spit out, and finally, the heavy stomp of boots walking away and the uncertain ragged breathing of someone desperately trying to get their shit together. ]