( When the video feed flicks on, Integra is sitting on a bed-- and by the looks of it, one that is not her own. The room which she resides is filled with frilly dolls, stuffed animals, and pastels. It contrasted her own black and white attire, devoid of colour beyond the red cravat around her neck.
When she speaks her tone is soft, but strained; as if teetering on the edge of tears. )
[Phoenix is sitting at his desk, poring over some papers, and he looks up in concern at the CereVice as he notices Integra, and the very uncharacteristic environment. He quickly wonders what's going on.]
Video;
When she speaks her tone is soft, but strained; as if teetering on the edge of tears. )
Phoenix. Are you free?
Video;
[Phoenix is sitting at his desk, poring over some papers, and he looks up in concern at the CereVice as he notices Integra, and the very uncharacteristic environment. He quickly wonders what's going on.]
Yes, I'm free at the moment. What's the matter?