[It's dark, and at some point in his tossing and turning Jet must have hit the PCD. The camera showed him sleeping anxiously, barely lying still a moment before his back shoots up straight. His eyes are wide and he's panting a little. His eyes dart around the dark room before he spots the red light and, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, grabs the PCD. He stares a little blankly, trying to process whatever nightmare just happened but can't seem to.
Rubbing his eyes in a quick movement he opens his mouth to talk but stops before anything but a sharp breath escapes his lip. He quickly filters the feed.]
[Filtered to Katara:]
Hey...you up?