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[The feed begins with a rather close-up shot of a very disgruntled-looking Joker. It's been a while since he's had to mess with one of these things, even if he's watched Shepard fiddle with his often enough that he should be able to remember. He does, even if it takes him a minute, and the feed stablizes enough that whoever is watching it doesn't get a screen full of just his hat and eyebrows.
For a second, nothing much happens. He stares into his omni-tool, dark brows furrowing over green eyes. It looks like there's something he wants to say, but doesn't - at least, not right off the bat. He's still trying to get used to everything here. He's far from being unable to adapt to change, but this kind of thing? It throws him for a fucking loop every single time.
There is a moment of silence. And he sighs. His shoulders slump, but it's more of a tired action than anything. He looks down at the floor, then back into the device. His mouth opens, and all that comes out?]
To hell with this. Put me back on the Normandy.
[There is another pause, and he makes a sort of aggravated sound in the back of his throat.] All right, look. I've already been given the run-down on where I am. Not that I like it too much, but it doesn't look like there's a lot I can do about it, so here's the deal -
[He's back to looking off to the side, like there's something over there that might be able to answer all his questions. Or just might be damned interesting. Either way.] Name's Joker - yeah, I've got a real name, but that's not the point here - and I'm looking for some people. Shepard's crew. I know I can't be the only one here.
For a second, nothing much happens. He stares into his omni-tool, dark brows furrowing over green eyes. It looks like there's something he wants to say, but doesn't - at least, not right off the bat. He's still trying to get used to everything here. He's far from being unable to adapt to change, but this kind of thing? It throws him for a fucking loop every single time.
There is a moment of silence. And he sighs. His shoulders slump, but it's more of a tired action than anything. He looks down at the floor, then back into the device. His mouth opens, and all that comes out?]
To hell with this. Put me back on the Normandy.
[There is another pause, and he makes a sort of aggravated sound in the back of his throat.] All right, look. I've already been given the run-down on where I am. Not that I like it too much, but it doesn't look like there's a lot I can do about it, so here's the deal -
[He's back to looking off to the side, like there's something over there that might be able to answer all his questions. Or just might be damned interesting. Either way.] Name's Joker - yeah, I've got a real name, but that's not the point here - and I'm looking for some people. Shepard's crew. I know I can't be the only one here.