[As the feed powers on, a woman can be see watching the device. Once it becomes apparent that it's working as it should, a smile crosses her face. How nice that technology here works so smoothly!]

Ah, it seems this device operates quite easily. Très bien!

[Now that this is working, onto more important matters. Mitsuru's face becomes more serious, though still retaining a certain calmness about it.]

Greetings to those of you on the receiving end of this transmission. My name is Mitsuru Kirijo. As you may have gathered, I've only recently arrived in Exsilium.

[A pause comes from her end. The seriousness shifts into discomfort, accompanied with a small frown.]

I must admit, the bleakness of this city is something I am unaccustomed to. The rain when combined with the very atmosphere of the city is almost... suffocating. Are these conditions merely the result of war or are there other influences involved?

[Like plain and simple poverty? Being a rich kid makes you almost oblivious to the fact that not everyone lives the same life style as you do. The seriousness then quickly returns full force.]

On the topic of this war, is there documentation available of all the major battles, missions and other pertinent occurrences? Diving headfirst into an alliance with the Initiative while lacking valuable information might only be deemed foolish.

[Oh! That reminds her of one more foolish thing, namely using a weapon without knowing how it works!]

Ah, one final matter. When I had picked up this lipstick, I had not realized it would come to serve as a weapon. How does one go about using lipstick as a combat device? [She then speaks softer, as though mumbling to herself.] Throwing it would be most obvious but highly impractical, only permitting for a single shot...

[She contemplates the matter of the odd weapon and its uses a moment longer before giving up for now. All attention turns back to the tablet.]

Anyone who might answer any of the above inquires has my deepest gratitude. Thank you.

The Initiative picked an interesting time to bring me back. [The fully armored man on screen sighed, flopping back against the wall from where he was sitting and eying the tablet in his lap. He might even be looking a little exasperated, if one were capable of noticing that through his body language and tone. When considering that most of his facial expressions were hidden beneath that visor well enough.] Especially when it looks like a lot of people are getting sick, thanks to our friends beyond the wall.

So it'd probably be a good idea to stay away from crowds if you'd prefer not to join them.

[A quick second pause, tapping his finger on his leg a few times, before finally shrugging.]

Looks like I'll have to figure out what's changed about this place later, once things calm down.

[Guess who is sick? And dragged to the hospital against her will stuck in the hospital.]

I don't want none o' your doctors. [She wheezes into the device, smart enough to keep it off.]

What I need is a wise woman. There are herbs and teas t'do me fine, none o' these metal machines. [She has to lean over to cough. It sounds like she's hacking a lung out.]

I won't stay here. In this metal buildin'. I'll fight me way out. I swear-- [And another coughing fit takes over before she just ends the feed.]

[Guess who's back from wandering off randomly to shoot fire at abandoned buildings? Also, guess who's sick? Also, guess who isn't going to the hospital? The answer to all three is this girl.]

The other day, I had some mildly bad things to say about United Earth's lack of appreciation for a fair fight. Learning now that they wage war using plagues, I may have been too fast to judge their character.

[Painful, hacking cough.]

I'm convinced now. I'll do anything that is in my power to help the Initiative fight them.