[The video feed cuts in on Alice sobbing softly. Her eyes are red, her cheeks are wet - she's been crying for a while. She opens her mouth and tries to speak, but the words stutter out before she can say anything coherent.]
I'm sorry - I'm sorry, I just -
[The video goes black. Alice reappears ten seconds later, marginally more composed but still
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So, after some rifling with his journal thing, because Dean is all sorts of fail with technology. He points the fuzzy and gradually attaining clarity camera in the direction of his face.
There's some pseudo-indifferent pausing while he thinks of somehow to put it tactfully and then realizes he sucks at that and goes with the flow. His eyebrows shoot up.] Uh, hi. [Hand raise.] To answer you're first question... you're on the barge. To answer the second? It's a goddamn prison ship. It defies logic, so I'm not gonna get started on explaining it.
[His face hardens a little:] There somethin' you need?
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Do I. Do I need to be worried?
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...Should be fine.
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Thank you, Dean.
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