[The video flickers on, showing nothing but a darkened room before the camera adjusts to reveal the surroundings of a bottom bunk and a short haired teenager sitting on the edge. She remains silent for a few minutes, not moving and breathing-- a quiet, steady rhythm. Eventually she reaches over and pulls the tablet a little closer so her voice will be heard.]I want to learn to fight.
[Anyone who's encountered her so far should be familiar with her cheerful and upbeat attitude. Her current tone is possibly the farthest from that it could be. Cold, distant and perhaps unemotional. Or it could be well contained anger. It's hard to tell.]My weapon is a knife I brought from home. I want to know how to use it better. Punches and kicks, too. Anything... Anything to help.
[There's a long pause before she adds in a quieter tone.] Please.