[video]
[It clicks into video; there's a girl, young - thirteen, maybe fifteen. Her hair's blonde, tied up into pigtails that reach out of view of the feed. She's dressed in a suit, she's got some sort of large case slung over her shoulder, and she looks stern.]
Good afternoon. I'm-
[Suddenly, sheepishness.]
...Sorry if I caused a disturbance or anything, earlier. I was sort of startled when I first got here. Everything's been explained, though, and there aren't any injuries. So... [She frowns, and then the business-like demeanor is back.] I've been briefed, and now I need to ask something unrelated to my location and manner of arrival.
I'm looking for a man called Hilshire. He'd be dressed sort of like I am, he's tall, dark-haired, in his thirties. I won't tolerate any information regarding him being withheld, so if you know anything, now's the time to tell me.
[There's a very harsh tenseness in her face and hands and shoulders, now.]
Mister Hilshire, if you're here and you're seeing this, give me your location and I'll come to you. Just tell me where you are, and then stay there. I'll be there immediate--
[Stops. Grits her teeth. She shuts her eyes and breathes in, and relaxes her body as much as she's able. Casual, Triela. She needs to try that.]
That stuff aside, my English seriously wasn't this good before I got here. It's kind of jarring. I'd never had that much of a need for it, before, but I guess it'll be pretty useful, huh...
I'll try not to stir up any more misunderstandings in places like this from now on. Even if, you know, something really outlandish happens. [She thinks it perfectly logical to assume a place like this is hostile at first sight. Besides, no one got shot.]
Anyway, thanks.
[anyone who mighta been nearby, feel free to have heard several gunshots, and a young girl shouting. or, if you wanted to have seen it, by chance. just let me know!]
Good afternoon. I'm-
[Suddenly, sheepishness.]
...Sorry if I caused a disturbance or anything, earlier. I was sort of startled when I first got here. Everything's been explained, though, and there aren't any injuries. So... [She frowns, and then the business-like demeanor is back.] I've been briefed, and now I need to ask something unrelated to my location and manner of arrival.
I'm looking for a man called Hilshire. He'd be dressed sort of like I am, he's tall, dark-haired, in his thirties. I won't tolerate any information regarding him being withheld, so if you know anything, now's the time to tell me.
[There's a very harsh tenseness in her face and hands and shoulders, now.]
Mister Hilshire, if you're here and you're seeing this, give me your location and I'll come to you. Just tell me where you are, and then stay there. I'll be there immediate--
[Stops. Grits her teeth. She shuts her eyes and breathes in, and relaxes her body as much as she's able. Casual, Triela. She needs to try that.]
That stuff aside, my English seriously wasn't this good before I got here. It's kind of jarring. I'd never had that much of a need for it, before, but I guess it'll be pretty useful, huh...
I'll try not to stir up any more misunderstandings in places like this from now on. Even if, you know, something really outlandish happens. [She thinks it perfectly logical to assume a place like this is hostile at first sight. Besides, no one got shot.]
Anyway, thanks.
[anyone who mighta been nearby, feel free to have heard several gunshots, and a young girl shouting. or, if you wanted to have seen it, by chance. just let me know!]