Voice 1 - Pre-Sirens
[There's the sound of a voice going in and out.] Tes.. .. One ... [The voice then clears up, but there isn't an image of a person to go with the voice of a clearly female voice with light, British accent] Test.. I presume this thing is on? Oh for the love of- This is still in my hair?
[Hattie grumbles a moment, she sounds like she's tired, and muttering a few unintelligible and unladylike-words under her breath before resuming]
Where was I.. Ah! Yes, so if I am to understand correctly I've found myself within a rather ridiculous predicament, all with a splitting headache, dirtied clothing, and an unfinished vendetta. I think it is rather obvious that I am not in much of a mood to deal with much more of this, and am in need of a knight in shining armor more than ever; if anyone who meets such qualifications is available to assist a fetching young woman bathed in misfortune, I would be most appreciative. 'Stop'.
[There's the sound of the feed cutting off, but a couple of seconds after it cuts right back on, still visionless. One could presume she hasn't gotten the hang of her device yet. She's really just hiding her face]
Oh! I'd almost forgotten; my name is Hattie. Hattie of Ehvenn. Taa-taa~! 'Stop'.