Atrociously. Nearly all conditions have been cleared, but there are too many variables to deal with. But that's within expectation. We're dealing with a geass user who can turn people into "stone". Like Medusa, embrittling her lovers and enemies. Perhaps we should've brought a mirror?

[ For their monster to gaze upon and petrify, forever, in the throes of catatonia. Unfortunate, then, that Lelouch is a monster in his own right, preparing for every eventuality, closing in the target with terrible precision. Snake-like and still so amicable when he stops brandishing the pen as his sword, settling it down on the table. ]

From what I've deduced, that geass affects the hearing, distorting the voices of those around you. It's triggered by a certain phrase, or a song, much like a siren called forth from the depths.

[ Isn't that sweet? Lulled to a slow death to a beautiful melody. Lelouch considers it, ruffling through his belongings to retrieve two pairs of earplugs. ]

That's what these are for.

[ Specially made, and why that stop in Saint Petersburg was necessary, all the way on the other side of Russia. They aren't necessary for Jeremiah, but he'd prefer to save him that auditory horror. ]

You're far better suited to this task than I. Nevertheless... by this time tomorrow, it'll be checkmate.

[ He folds the map, handing it to Jeremiah. If the tea's steeped enough, he'll pour himself a cup and take a sip. There's a high chance it'll register as scorchingly hot to him, however, given his poor circulation. ]

Not going to shower? I'll go ahead of you if you don't speak up now.