[There's no immediate answer, just the sound of a battle picked up by the mic she's neglected to turn off. The door swings and pounds against the wall a few times, heavy breathing and occasional yelps from Cameron contrasting with the maniacal quacking of the former soup. Finally-- when all seems lost-- there is a porcelain slam and a resounding flush, and a moment later she picks the device back up.]
voice;
There. All taken care of.