Khan hurried, rushing in and out of the Headquarters' simple showers without bothering to dry himself up. Drops of water still fell from his wet hair when he reached the private room, and damp patches expanded on his messy trousers while he dealt with the call's security measures.
Menus lit up on the room's wall, occasionally flickering while Khan went through the many commands. Soon, a holographic screen appeared at its center, and a ringing noise came from the speakers.
Khan couldn't help but feel eager. The short, often unclear calls couldn't satisfy his longing. He wanted and needed to see Monica, as well as being seen by her.
The ringing noise eventually stopped, replaced by high-pitched robotic sounds. That annoying disturbance could easily cause headaches, but Khan barely heard it. Its arrival meant that the communication array was trying to stabilize the call, and nothing else mattered.
