Patchouli took Celty's phone for a moment to look over what she'd typed. Well, she supposed that was less strange than her voice just emanating from... somewhere. But where would it come from? The helmet or the place where her head should be?

Oh, never mind.

"Ah... I hadn't gotten that message yet. I was out earlier, though, so maybe that's why." She handed the phone back over, as that was clearly Celty's means of communication. Didn't do much good to deprive her of that.

"Pleasure to meet you as well, Celty."