White's eyes narrowed as he glared at Dave, his grip tightening around the remote control in his hand. His lips curled into a sneer as he scoffed, "Tasha? Why the hell should I call her? All the comms are down; I can't reach her."
Dave's gaze remained steady, unflinching under White's scrutiny. He leaned forward slightly, his tone calm yet firm. "All the comms except whatever she used to reach you before you decided to abduct me. So now, will you call her or not?"
White's nostrils flared as he let out a derisive laugh, "No way in hell am I going to call her."
Dave's eyes locked onto White's, unwavering and resolute. "Well, funny enough, we're on Earth, and two, I wasn't asking you. You're going to call Tasha and tell her to come over to your lab. This is an order, not a request."
