[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 (warning for description of gore/suicide) )