*1; video
[The first thing that one will notice about the person that is coming on the screen as the feed switches on are probably the rather massive eyebrows. The face under them looks friendly, though worn out and on edge, and a bit far away - NZ is poking the communicator with a long stick, to at least have a chance in case that it explodes. The realisation that the thing is a communication device doesn't seem to have kicked in yet.]
Looks kraut - [the vision spins as the device is flipped over a couple of times] haven't ever seen anything like it, God knows what they've been developing. I wonder what it does.
Hey! [The screen now shows a nearly full view of a young Caucasian with dirty blond hair and in a military, rather dirty uniform that has definitely been worn for a while now, clutching a rifle tightly and looking around to see if anyone will answer. NZ doesn't normally stand alone in a situation like this. Being alone and being alone in a foreign, possible hostile environment are two totally different things.] If someone is there, show yourself! [The nation repeats similar words in heavily accented Russian, German and Japanese, most likely phrases that were learned instead of understood. There is a long pause, and Kiwi's stance shifts slightly, from scared nervousness to a clear attempt to calm down and look angry instead. The whole situation is just too strange, suddenly waking up in the ruins of a city without anyone around and a weird device nearby. It has to be a joke. Right?]
...Oz?! You idiotic sheepshagger, get over here, this is not funny! I'll feed you to the sharks once we're back home! [The feed times out to the nation listening hard, trying to pick up sounds that are neither wind nor own heartbeat nor imagination.]
Looks kraut - [the vision spins as the device is flipped over a couple of times] haven't ever seen anything like it, God knows what they've been developing. I wonder what it does.
Hey! [The screen now shows a nearly full view of a young Caucasian with dirty blond hair and in a military, rather dirty uniform that has definitely been worn for a while now, clutching a rifle tightly and looking around to see if anyone will answer. NZ doesn't normally stand alone in a situation like this. Being alone and being alone in a foreign, possible hostile environment are two totally different things.] If someone is there, show yourself! [The nation repeats similar words in heavily accented Russian, German and Japanese, most likely phrases that were learned instead of understood. There is a long pause, and Kiwi's stance shifts slightly, from scared nervousness to a clear attempt to calm down and look angry instead. The whole situation is just too strange, suddenly waking up in the ruins of a city without anyone around and a weird device nearby. It has to be a joke. Right?]
...Oz?! You idiotic sheepshagger, get over here, this is not funny! I'll feed you to the sharks once we're back home! [The feed times out to the nation listening hard, trying to pick up sounds that are neither wind nor own heartbeat nor imagination.]