video; a work in progress

[whatsupcroc]

( Audio picks up the sound of industrial construction, either things familiar in woodshop, car garages, or anywhere of a similar sort. When the feed goes live, Collette is framed to one side, looking forward and away from the camera.  She's clearly resting on her arms, and given the angle of the ground on the screen, she's probably lying on her stomach in order to do this.  She glances over her shoulder, eyes going to something behind the tablet being used for recording, then smiles as her eyes drop down to the tablet itself.  For all intents and purposes, the camera is positioned to make the viewing audience seem like they're side by side with Collette, wherever it is she is, keeping a low profile in this industrialized looking area.  Concrete floor that she's resting on, packing boxes ahead of her, bundles of cables and chains glimpsed somewhere past her head. )

Guys!  ( She keeps her voice low, not a whisper (they carry further, and can't be heard about the ambient noise), but low to avoid excessive attention. )  Anyone else catch where they dragged the ship off to with that giant crane after the crash? I wondered about that. But I've got news!

( She makes a waving motion at the camera, and it shifts, jarringly, to leave Collette off screen and show something covered in plastic and wiring and cables, a few Initiative workers using welding guns, others wheeling parts away or calling out shouts of questions over the sounds of construction. )

They say the spaceship's salvageable!

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[2leftfeet]

[Shepard may not be much of an engineer, but she's also not going to keep her nose out of this. A ship's a ship and she's been on plenty in her day.]

Don't suppose there's any way for us to get a closer look at it, is there?

[I.e. Someone's super curious about what UE tech's capable of.]

[whatsupcroc]

I'd wrangle yourself in on this production, cow...( she peers around to look at the tablet ) -- girl! Cowgirl!

[2leftfeet]

[Hoo boy, that's some old vocabulary there kid.]

Can you send me the coordinates for your location?

[whatsupcroc]

( It's not her fault she's -- no. No it is partly her fault she's got an odd vocab. Though she girns, and shrugs. )

Will an address work?

[2leftfeet]

[To be fair, Shepard's just as dated - just from the opposite end of the timeline spectrum.

A slight grin edges in at the corner of her mouth.] I think I can manage to track down an address just as well.

[whatsupcroc]

Then heads up! I'll be sending that over in five... four...

( She falls into silence as she taps it out. )

Threetwoone! Sent!

[2leftfeet]

[Aaaand received. Shepard gives her a nod of acknowledgement.]

Thanks. Try not to get pinched by the Initiative; we need a good spy. [Joke? Probably a joke. Particularly given that she punctuates it with a real grin.]

[whatsupcroc]

( She grins, saluting the camera. )

I'll do my best! Give me freedom, or give me... freedom! Death doesn't sound so appealing.

[2leftfeet]

Yeah, I'd generally recommend avoiding that one. It's not a lot of fun. [Grinning, she returns the salute with a little flippant gesture of her hand.]

[whatsupcroc]

I really can only see it being way overrated.

( Still grinning and looking perpetually amused. )