[The audio flips on, obviously accidental. It's probably in Ariadne's pocket, given the amount of fabric rustling one can hear. Her voice is muffled a bit, too.]
Mal? [She sounds terrified, her breathing getting shallow, more rustling as she backs away hastily.] What - No, nononono, don't - ! [The audio cuts out.]
[Spam for Arthur]
[After seeing Mal, hands covered in blood, hang herself, Ariadne, her heart racing and her hand clutching her totem tightly, sprints back down the corridor, down some stairs, and a few moments later finds herself outside Arthur's cabin door. She knocks, as calmly as she can manage.]