"That's perfect," he says, but of course even as a compliment it comes out in the same dry tone he always uses. "If that doesn't get his attention, nothing will."

Taking back the communicator from her hand, he hits the send button and gives Number Three a curt nod of his head. Meanwhile, he's already running his mind through the possibilities that this effort won't work. Perhaps Number One, in a fit of youthful impatience, broke this delicate piece of machinery and has foregone messaging altogether.

He could always be busy with—god, who cares what Luther's hobbies are? The models and LPs. Those books that Five may or may not have filched at his own convenience, once upon a time (boundaries are such a tenuous concept anyway). There's a great number of unknowns in this place, so really, it's kind of a shot in the dark.

"Want to take a walk for a minute? I noticed the locals here are a bit...loose with their gossip. It might be best not to linger in one spot." Five is still holding the device in his hand, should Luther respond, and he gestures forward to the path ahead. If the Academy is well-versed on anything, they definitely know about being mobbed by fans. (There's some things Five didn't miss, even at the end of the world.)