Hello again. I think some of you know who I am by now... [A little wave.] Juliana. I was--and in fact, I still am--available to answer any and all questions you may have about the situation you are in and what has come before. Ask and ye shall receive, as the saying goes.

[She sighs, a little puff of air that pushes a wisp of hair out of her face.]

However, I'll ask a favor in return. Things are dark and scary, aren't they? All sorts of strange things from time to time, a little creepy, etc. I was wondering, you know, what if I need to signal someone for help, someone nearby and available and willing to assist? [Oddly specific...]

Having not been human for most of my operational life, I don't know how to whistle. I thought perhaps I could learn a variety of whistles, for example I know there are assisted whistles and normal, melodic sorts, all of differing use and practicality. So someone should teach me.

I'll be in the gardens.

[ When the video flickers into focus, Bells' face is relatively well-lit compared to some of the other times he's used the network. His expression is a bit lax. ]

Hey, so. Uh. Been a while, I guess. Name's Bells in case anyone was wondering. [ Probably not, so he moves on pretty quick. ] I get that a lot of shit's happened recently, and yeah, it sucks. But it's not like we have control over that kinda stuff, right? I mean, we can't really order around the guys who think they're running this boat. We just take it, and bitch about it after it's all over.

...here's the thing though. [ And the feed draws in a little closer toward him when he moves it, mouth twisted down into a frown. ] There are some things we can.

Like, uh, I dunno. The fact that some of us aren't human and some of you are. Didn't think it was a thing until-- [ He shrugs. ] Point is, we don't have to do this whole trust, no-trust thing. We're supposed to help each other, not try to kill someone because they're different or you're too damn stubborn to ask for help when you've got a problem you can't figure out on your own.

Is that what friends do for each other? [ The frown is deeper now, and he's quiet for a while, dropping his gaze to the side for a second as he tries to figure out what else it is he wants to say. ]

Anyway. This place's bad enough without all that. Hiding what you are is just gonna lead to a lot more problems than coming clean. So, if you need something, don't be shy. Someone's gonna listen, and if they don't, fuck 'em. You'll find someone who will.

[ This has been a passive-aggressive announcement by one pissed off angel. He rolls his eyes and adds a bit more before ending it there: ] Think about it.