[The video feed clicks on as the video button is bumped by the corner of a cake box. Enma reaches over, frowning for a moment to push it out of the way before he sets the box down carefully on the desk.
Enma's a little more banged up than usual -- a predictable outcome when a walking disaster meets murderous sand golems.
He's fairing well, considering it all. There's a bit of a pause as he reaches out to open the cake box (when you're assassin-prone, you have to be careful about these things) before he slowly pokes the corner up with one finger. Once assured there is actually cake in there, and not death, he pushes the lid off. The communicator's camera quickly focuses on the cake inside:]
...uhm.