[Ah, very good! He knew Vergilius would come to his senses and pick up one of his conches eventually. Lobelia laughs on the other end, his mirth almost juvenile, which.......... just makes all of this worse, doesn't it?]

Salutations, Vergilius!

[Bless the profiles. Now he knows how to address this man properly.]

It seems you've made a erreur. Out of the kindness of my heart, I've been attempting to contact you and make you aware of such. Did you not hear the ringing of the conque?