041 ☯ Alma [VIDEO]
[The feed clicks on abruptly as the ‘berry spins across the floor, a bright smear of red obscuring half of the camera’s view. A small hand scrambles across the the device, knocking it about again as whoever it is scrambles to get off of the floor. Bare feet come into view when the camera comes to a stop again, and a familiar voice forces out something between a whimper and an angry growl. Pushing off of the floor, the communicator goes skidding once more as something (or someone) large and heavy hits the floor.]