[won't take her word for it, fine. Have a performance. The video kicks in and it's a shot of her empty desk, then Heather turning it around and sitting back on her bed, displaying open, empty hands and looking straight into the communicator's camera.]


Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino qui fertis super caelum caeli ad Orientem. Ecce dabit voci Suae, vocem virtutis, tribute - uh, I mean tribuite virtutem Deo.

[So she pronounces it in the exact same lazy tumble she uses for everything else, at least she's trying.]

I'm getting there, okay?