[Voice, accidental video]
[There's a rattling sound then one or two loud thumps, and a masculine voice growls in frustration.]
Turn on, damn you, play.
[Another thump, and then an image fades onto the screen. It's mostly sweater, but the viewer might catch a glimpse of broad shoulders and the lower half of a face; Jack has put the communicator down on a table, and is standing right up next to it, so the angle is rather extreme.]
Could it be a blank one? Which means...
[He steps away from the device quickly, crouching down to get a look at it. He's an all-American looking fellow, with brown hair and brown eyes that have a faintly bemused look to them. He's young, too, no more than twenty.]
...I'm recording.
[The thought seems to discomfit him. He clams up, and his face goes red. After that, he simply sits there, staring awkwardly at the communicator for a while. Then his hand comes down over the screen, and the video shuts off.]
Turn on, damn you, play.
[Another thump, and then an image fades onto the screen. It's mostly sweater, but the viewer might catch a glimpse of broad shoulders and the lower half of a face; Jack has put the communicator down on a table, and is standing right up next to it, so the angle is rather extreme.]
Could it be a blank one? Which means...
[He steps away from the device quickly, crouching down to get a look at it. He's an all-American looking fellow, with brown hair and brown eyes that have a faintly bemused look to them. He's young, too, no more than twenty.]
...I'm recording.
[The thought seems to discomfit him. He clams up, and his face goes red. After that, he simply sits there, staring awkwardly at the communicator for a while. Then his hand comes down over the screen, and the video shuts off.]