[Alex has decided that until he found a better way to deal with this, he has to use video on this network. Otherwise, no one was going to be able to tell him and the other Alex apart. At least--for now.]

Look, I apologize in advance for the lack of filters on this message. The technology here is a bit more than I'm used to; still trying to get the hang of it.

[If someone wants to teach him, by all means.

Letting out a breath, he works his jaw slightly, again taking time to phrase out his words. Calling people out on the network is always a gamble, and as he hasn't learned how to sort through the system yet, he isn't even sure if these people are here. But hey--it's worth a shot.]

First off--if anyone knows a guy named Eames, Arthur, or a girl named Ariadne [He thinks that was her name] I'd appreciate if you or they got in touch with me. I got some information that might interest them.

[He shifts in his seat, leaning forward slightly.]

I was wondering if there are any sparring groups set up on board already? Working out by myself is fine, but I'd rather have someone to go up against if possible.

[And then the big question; the one that's been bothering him since he arrived here. He hates talking so much as it is (when half the people aren't really going to give a shit, at least), but this one was probably the most important.]

And... does anyone know if there is a secure bunker on board? Like 'survive a nuclear explosion' secure.

[He needed somewhere to practice his powers, damn it, without blowing a hole in the hull.]

So uh..that's it. Thanks, or whatever.

[And he shuts the feed down.]

[ There's a slight noise like thin metal yeilding somewhat under weight, followed by a tap and a hollow sounding bang and multiple wires sliding against and past each other. This is all topped off with a series of muttered obscenities as Cat struggles to get her communicator up to face level, considering that she is currently somewhat lacking in room. There is a pause in which all that can be heard are a few short, shallow breaths. This has been quite a workout. She sounds frustrated and incredibly reluctant; help isn't something she usually asks for. ]

Right.

Anyone here want to tell me the secret to untangling wires? 'Cause it's a lot harder than it looks, and it looks pretty damn hard from afar anyway.

[ It isn't very much to go on, but this is partially because Cat doesn't really want to tell anyone that she has gone and trapped herself in a rather narrow ventilation shaft, and has become caught up in some random, unexpected sea of wires. She's not idiot, so she's hardly about to just yank the wires out of wherever it is they lead. Not that she thinks it'd do much harm in the long run, considering she's found one relatively small set of wires on an otherwise enormous ship, but she'd rather not risk it.

... she was bored, alright? Crawling through ventilation shafts seemed like a really good idea at the time. ]