[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.]

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[It's pretty static-y for a while, Ariadne's face flickering a bit and only a few words coming through.]

- hazing ... - polite... - n't know...

[Finally, the picture clears up. She looks rather annoyed.]

- the hell locked me out of my room?

[She goes to jiggle the handle again, but all of a sudden it's as though someone on the other side of the ( Read more... )