Does he ever shut up? Not often.

Alastor hummed as he leaned on his microphone cane. Even when he wasn't speaking, there was noise hovering around him due to his ambient static. Not to mention periodic snippets of whatever was passing through his mind playing like a radio flipping between channels.

He turned his attention back to the darkness, smiling bemusedly in the general direction of the unseen menace.

"Well then, what are you planning to do about her?"