[All of her previous messages were texts, their contents ranging from "hey, where are you? can we talk?" to "wtf is going on, lance". Some of them might have sounded angry, indignant; it might just be hard to tell because it's just text and none of the nuance of Pidge's tone of voice is there.

So this time, it's a voicemail. And if Lance actually does listen to it, she starts the whole thing off with a shaky sigh and a voice so small and nervous it's almost hard to believe it's actually Pidge.]

Um.. Hey Lance, it's me. S-So I wanted to do this in person, but I guess that isn't an option right now. And it's also really hard to keep myself from just tracking you down and bringing you home so that it could be an option, and..! [She sounds just the tiniest bit testy there, irritated in a way that's uniquely Pidge. So if there was any doubt left about who is actually talking here, that near-outburst probably wipes that away.

She has to actually pause there, reign herself back in. Think about what Hunk said, Pidge. Remember you're not actually mad at him.] ...Anyway. About- About what happened. During the house party. I'm really sorry about the way I reacted. I think it gave you the wrong idea about how I felt. How I feel. Because the thing is that I... um... [Another pause. A small intake of breath. Lance can probably hear how flustered she is, fidgeting with something on her end.]

Ugh, this just doesn't seem right over the phone... L-Listen, I just... Please come home soon, okay? W-We need to talk. In person. Properly. Please.

[One last sigh, and the message ends there.]