00001: voice -> video
[Of course, the first thing Rebecca Crane's hand is going to seek is technology. She's attempted to dial Shaun's phone number, then William's, then, hell, even HQ's.
Nothing. Zilch. Bupkus.]
Ah, man.
[It's certainly cold and dark in here; that's only an issue when she sits up and the paper gown gaps. Then she sees the toe tag.]
SHIT. Desmond? Shaun? Bill? I can't even handle this. This is off the--
[Okay, no, you know what? She's got a goddamn phone and like the GODDAMN BATMAN she is going to use that sucker. A few light touches later, the phone brings her face up for the world to see--sans headphones. She only looks mildly freaked out.]
Yo, guys? I could use some info. What the heck's going on? I don't wanna complain, but I've got a real problem with this.
Nothing. Zilch. Bupkus.]
Ah, man.
[It's certainly cold and dark in here; that's only an issue when she sits up and the paper gown gaps. Then she sees the toe tag.]
SHIT. Desmond? Shaun? Bill? I can't even handle this. This is off the--
[Okay, no, you know what? She's got a goddamn phone and like the GODDAMN BATMAN she is going to use that sucker. A few light touches later, the phone brings her face up for the world to see--sans headphones. She only looks mildly freaked out.]
Yo, guys? I could use some info. What the heck's going on? I don't wanna complain, but I've got a real problem with this.