[The feed clicks on, first seeing only brilliant red. The red moves, however - it is in fact the arm of a coat. A face can be seen, or more aptly, a blur of blond and red. The communicator is being fumbled with, judging by the sound.]
Oh it’s -
[Abruptly, the screen goes black, switching to voice. The voice is a low, altogether pleasant one, but
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