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shoppingtrip[Cordelia's serene, almost regal bearing is a stark contrast against her wild hair, her singed dress, and the blood splatters across her face and torso. She clutches the top of a plastic bag so hard her knuckles show white.]
Hello. My name is Cordelia Naismith V-- [no. Best to leave that part out, until she can figure out who here wants Aral dead.] Cordelia Naismith.
[she leans in toward the camera. It's apparent now that she's shaking - not from fear, but from rage. When she speaks, it's deathly clear and quiet.]
Where is my son?
[she takes a shaky breath. She hasn't slept or eaten a real meal in days, and it shows.]
The last man who took my child can't tell you how poorly it ended for him. Bring me the replicator now and you won't find out. [as an afterthought she adds,] Please.
Hello. My name is Cordelia Naismith V-- [no. Best to leave that part out, until she can figure out who here wants Aral dead.] Cordelia Naismith.
[she leans in toward the camera. It's apparent now that she's shaking - not from fear, but from rage. When she speaks, it's deathly clear and quiet.]
Where is my son?
[she takes a shaky breath. She hasn't slept or eaten a real meal in days, and it shows.]
The last man who took my child can't tell you how poorly it ended for him. Bring me the replicator now and you won't find out. [as an afterthought she adds,] Please.