[ The feed starts with video, hardwood floor and some expensive looking, yet well-worn boots. The holder's being careful with the Forge, as it's mostly alien to him and vaguely reminiscent of a certain Apple and, well, he's familiar with their capabilities. He rotates it, still conveniently not pointing it to his face, but there's a shot of his absurdly ornate
belt (and the sheathed throwing knives) before he slips the device into one of his pouches out of habit. The action eliminates the visuals but not the audio, though it's hard to discern at first, quiet as he is.
There's the sound of a window opening, the noises of the street below drifting up, and then they increase in volume significantly. He's climbed out the window, mates, and if the sound of loose roof tiles is anything to go by, he's made it up the side of the building pretty fast. If you're on the street, watch out for falling tiles.
One word. ]
Merda.