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[The video feed blurs and there’s a small, hoarse cough from a rather angry lady. A splatter of blood is one of the many off-putting qualities that are immediately shown. Her eyes practically scream rage and the desire to murder whoever the hell did this.]
Mm, this is going to be tiresome.
[She mutters it, as if she’s used to this sort of thing happening to her.]
Baranski doesn’t have this type of humor, nor do I. Besides, this goddamn place looks worse than the Western Branch.
[Abrianna’s eyes flutter closed for a moment in an attempt to calm herself, to keep hold of the very minimal control she possesses over this situation.]
Morrison, Annaliese, girl, report if you are within the range of this device. I’m not in the mood for any shit.
[And as she steps out into the torrential rain a few drops of water blur the screen.]
Oh, a little shower too? Well aren't I lucky.
Mm, this is going to be tiresome.
[She mutters it, as if she’s used to this sort of thing happening to her.]
Baranski doesn’t have this type of humor, nor do I. Besides, this goddamn place looks worse than the Western Branch.
[Abrianna’s eyes flutter closed for a moment in an attempt to calm herself, to keep hold of the very minimal control she possesses over this situation.]
Morrison, Annaliese, girl, report if you are within the range of this device. I’m not in the mood for any shit.
[And as she steps out into the torrential rain a few drops of water blur the screen.]
Oh, a little shower too? Well aren't I lucky.