[Yeah. Hm. About that... She nods, but her face is pinched as she stares at the numbered message for longer than is strictly necessary. After a moment, she sighs.]

I did. And... I have good news, and bad news. [As is the norm.] The good news is that I woke up this morning suddenly knowing what the hell the numbers mean. The... The bad news is the meaning itself.

[Which is, you know, fun.]

One set of number is how many objectives need to be done per faction. The other set is how many survivors we need in each faction. But... I don't know which is which, and even if I did, seven and three are odd numbers. One person is going to be partnerless. So unless there's another one of those dolls laying around...

[Someone's going to be partnerless? Which means death??? So.]