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[ DiMA doesn't seem to require privacy -- he's had most of his personal conversations with Nick in front of Nate, after all, and this is little more than a greeting. He taps his brother's name, and it rings several times before going to an inbox.

This is not quite as planned now, but as he's peering at the screen to see if there are instructions, the camera flicks back on to record a message. Oh. Okay. He pulls the phone back to a comfortable distance and leaves the following message, then glances back to Connor. Does he just hang up? Oh wait, there's a send button. ]

Now I just press this? [ Yup, that seems to have done it. Now he waits, he supposes, and glances out the window again. ] I hope he's inside.