*She plucks a small, rectangular patch from her hip--it looks like a padd or a smartphone, but flexible and made to be concealed on that blue garment of hers. She prods and taps it a few times, making notes.*

Tarsus IV, 2246. Kodos the Executioner. I'll also need your Facet's PINpoint coordinates--which, if you don't have, I can get for myself if you bring me to visit.