Tyssa drooped her ears at the mention of missions, [color=b44682][i]I was made to listen to others? Hmph.[/i][/color] She watched her creator move towards the phone with a flick of her ears.
She looked around slowly, taking in everything she could see. She turned her attention back to Lyre again as she got to the phone.

It continued to ring before Lyre would pick it up.
[i]"Hello miss Moneaux"[/i] A familiar, smooth masculine voice echoed through the other end of the phone, it was the director of the whole shebang of a genetic mission. [i]"Apologies about the new number, my phone broke a few days ago. I was wondering how everything was going?"[/i]

Tyssa's ears flattened as she heard the voice, something felt wrong and she didn't like it. She stepped towards Lyre, almost about to snatch the phone, but she knew that would be a bad idea. Her ears flexed before ruffling with a slow blink of her eyes.