[It takes a moment for any response to come. At last there is a click, and Ivy's voice comes through.]

There. Did that do it? I'm not the most skilled with these things.

[Her voice is slightly low-pitched, and with a heavy accent he might peg for Fereldan.]

Well met, Mister Rutherford. Are you keeping safe in these trying times? I have been more or less stranded at the clinic, and it does no favors for my patience.

["More or less" when she isn't venturing out on, um... let us call them "excursions."]