You pitch your voice as best you can to match the ant officer’s. It’s not a great impression, especially since you don’t speak their language except through a translator program, but... hey. At least there’s a lot of static and distortion on the line. Probably can’t tell too much difference.
"Uhh... everything’s under control. Situation normal," you try.
The woman comes back, "What happened? We heard gunfire from the factory!"
"Just, uh, just a weapons malfunction. But, uh, everything’s alright! I’m fine. Everybody’s fine, thank you! Uh, how’re you?"
There’s a moment of silence. "I see. Perhaps I should return and check in on my careless daughters, then."
"Uh, no, no, that’s alright. We, uh, have a fuel leak here! Hit a gas line. Give us a few minutes to patch it up!"
The voice pauses again. "You’re not Ellira. What have you done with my daughter!?"
You sputter, looking out the window towards an approaching armored truck thundering down the street. Guess she’s coming to visit.
"Bye, mom!" you laugh, and blast the console.