[ The first thing anyone'll be able to see is the flicker of a screen, paired with clattering and some falling, shattered glass... They'll see some glimpses of a wall... The lens is pointed straight upward. Anyone familiar with the area might recognize it as the outside of the hospital. Soon after, a larger crash is heard - breaking glass - and something not too different from this comes into view. A blonde girl, plummeting from above, straight to the ground. She lands not far from the communication device itself with a thud. A blood spatter or two covers part of the lens.

After a moment or so of silence, there's rustling. Stirring. A couple of grunts. The device is lifted, something wipes over it to clear it of the blood... Then the girl's face comes into view. She looks to be anything but happy, and there are a few winces here and there as she pops her own limbs and things back into place. ]

My name is Claire Bennet. I'm real. I've always been real. And if you think you can keep me here by putting me in some sort of lockdown, you're wrong.

[ Her cheek and mouth and one of her eyes are pretty visibly banged up, but... Healing. Very, very quickly. Some of the blood stays behind but the wounds are just... disappearing. ]

And no matter what you say? I'm leaving. Now.

[ Black. Silence. Yep. Preeeetty much she just hung up on everyone and everything. ]

For as little crime as there seems to be on this island, the amount of
paperwork in these offices was surprisingly vast. On the bright side, it
should be much easier to find things now. I imagine that will be a
relief when trying to discern who has been released recently.

[Private to Shepard]
What do you say to a few drinks on me, next time we both have a night off?


[Private to The Doctor]
Up to anything interesting, Doctor? Not getting too boring here for you, is it?