Eleanor’s got her ear to the ball. It speaks to her in strange and mysterious ways. Luckily, through her fine-tuned powers of translation, her work ends up communicating in all the right ways. Or maybe, being from Vancouver, she’s trying to hear the ocean in there. Whatever you think you hear, Eleanor, the ball is not calling you back to the coast. Now that we’ve got you here, we plan on keeping you.

It’s probably ravens gargling snow. It’s a Yukon thing. You’ll get used to it.