[ The video screen shows a little girl of about 11 with shoulder length brown hair. You've probably seen her reading a battered book, maybe waiting by the blue lift or following Robert Capa around (and occasionally even holding his hand). She's wearing the standard uniform, but right now? Right now she's more than a little spooked. ]

Anyone who's listening, this ship...

[ She's been exploring. And maybe a bit of the panic is because she's a little lost, too, and it shows on her face. ]

This ship. Something's not right. Something's going to happen but I don't know when or why--

[She closes her eyes, trying to breathe evenly. ]

Something is wrong.

[Scar would've chosen the voice option if he knew how. It's a lot easier and saves him time, and he knew others were using it. The device in his hand wouldn't be quiet ever since he picked it up.

Wait, he was recording, wasn't he? He fixed himself towards the camera, not that it changed much. His jaw remained tough and cold, and you couldn't see his eyes. They were completely hidden with his sunglasses. On the off chance that someone he did know was here, he couldn't risk his complete identity. He went to open his mouth.]

Who are you? Explain yourself.

[He already knows where he is. He'll be exploring on his own time. All he needs to know now is who he could trust the most. Well, he doesn't really trust anyone. It's just weeding out the really bad people.

He tries to turn off the recording, it's clear to see he's getting frustrated. He lets out a little grunt. This machine is getting more and more annoying. Too bad it's the only useful way to communicate.]

How do I turn off this machine?

[Well, the recording stopped at any rate.]