This time it's a doggish yelp, right into her microphone. Peridot brings a paw up and swipes the headset right off onto the floor so she doesn't continue to yell directly into it, floppy-tipped pointed ears springing upright.

"Lapis!?" the werewolf immediately snaps indignantly, demanding some kind of apology or explanation, but it's already too late. There comes the head rush, the woozy feeling as the leading edges of the trance start to kick in. She'd started to twist in her chair to confront the vampire, but now she flops back down in it, whether by necessity from the dizziness or because Lapis is holding her in place.