Lock contacts his twin.
"Just wanted to hear how my favorite dumbaft is doing," he jokingly says over the comm.
"I'm doing pretty well, all things considered," Load informs the barkeep as he reads. "An angry mob hasn't come to bust down my door and rip out my sparkchamber yet, and Haliaetus hasn't put me in the brig or on Space Barnacle duty, so I guess Primus is done expressing his displeasure. For the time being, at least."