A silvery medium-sized labrador dog glided through the air into the Office. It sniffed the air and opened its mouth, speaking in Lights' Welsh-accented voice.
"Backup needed outside. Protesters getting bad. We need people out here to make sure nobody else gets in."
For once Lights' tone wasn't cheerful or even remotely happy; it was calm and icy. The labrador barked once as if to say get on with it, people, and then it disintegrated into the air.