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[The video camera is lying on its side, a very scaly... something... very close to the lens. There's an inquisitive growl, and the scaly thing shifts, resolving itself into an enormous reptilian foot complete with huge curved talon on one of the toes. The camera is flipped onto its back to stare up directly into a deinonychus' distinctly concerned face. Old Lace sniffs at the camera, cocks her head and almost trills, clearly questioning. She decides the camera is of no use and straightens up, looking about the apartment and huffing her distress. All is not well in North 102, but where is Gert? Lace stomps about for a while before returning and carefully turning off the camera with her nose.]
