[video; locked to Marian Hawke]

[captaincocksure]

[The feed cuts on to show Jim's smiling face, for a moment.]

I'm Jim Kirk, and I'm trying to reach Marian Hawke. I have someone here who's been looking for you.

[There's a blur of motion as he moves the camera away from himself, focusing on his companion. It's Bubbles!]Your name was on the tag. I'll bring your friend to you, just tell me where

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[failedhorribly]

[You get a shot of her face looking rather taken aback at sudden-attractive-man-call] You have--? [and then her face morphs into an expression of total delight because holy shit that's Bubbles. She laughs]

Maker's breath, and here I thought this place didn't like me! The clock tower would seem to be the most central place, don't you--[Bubbles barks happily, and lunges for the phone. Which is in Jim's hand. Hope you enjoy a waist-high war dog leaping at you, bro] Oh, dear.

[captaincocksure]

[The next few minutes are utter broadcast chaos. More movement of the camera as Jim tries to keep his phone out of the dog's reach, accompanied by the sound of excited barking and snuffling, and Jim's voice in response.]

I know, I know, man, that's your momma, I get it. Just let me talk to her so I can get you back to her. --No, I need the phone. --No, puppy, I'm sorry, the phone's mine. Let me finish talking to her.

[And then, Jim's smiling face, from above, so Bubbles doesn't try to get at the phone again.]

The clock tower's fine. I'm not far. Is now a good time? I could be there in maybe twenty minutes or so?

[failedhorribly]

[She doesn't even try to hide her laughter. To be honest, she could probably call the dog off, but - well, it's funny to her. And the guy doesn't seem to mind too much]

Now sounds like the perfect time, if I'm frank. And if you attach a leash of some sort to his collar, Bubbles out to drag you there in ten.

[captaincocksure]

[He flashes a grin at the camera, sketching out a salute with his free hand.]

We're on our way. See you there.