[ When this particular feed is activated in response to John's broadcast, there is no immediate or near-immediate verbal response. It's simply video and of Valeria in particular, only she doesn't seem to be focused upon the camera at all if the slightly off capture angle is any indication. She's leaning back in her chair with the Gear in hand and her gaze is rather distant, as though she's completely unaware her Gear is recording. That's probably because she isn't as there are more than a few things on her heart and mind at the moment, enough to completely distract her from that blinking red light.
From the initial broadcast to the various conversations had in turn, she's observed just about all there is to observe and it's... well, it's something. Enough to have her knitting her brows just slightly and not entirely out of confusion. She thinks she understands well enough. Sort of. It's just... she's felt increasingly off as she's gone through the various conversations, enough that pending questions are dead in her throat, her curiosity swept to the way side by that strangely tight feeling in her chest. She doesn't understand it. Blames it on her feeling every inch out of place because that's simply, suddenly how she feels. Like she walked into the middle of some big family unit she has no business being involved with, like she maybe just... traipsed right into the middle of something else she shouldn't have and added a third wheel to it, like she should just step back if not turn on her heel outright and walk away. She isn't sure. About the only thing she is sure of at the moment is that she doesn't like these feelings, that she could've done without them and --
And now, now she notices that the feed is actively running. Her finger must have slipped for that annoying little red button to be blinking the way it is. Of course it slipped. That isn't difficult to determine. How she could be so careless is another matter entirely, but she'll have plenty of time to think that over after she's wiped that entirely out-of-place distant look from her face provided she cares to come back to it. She's quick to shift just so and straighten, quick to draw a smile expertly across her face. She'll leave no room for questions, if she can help it, and she thinks there's quite a lot she can do to help it. She simply does. ]
Your talents know no bounds, John. If you'll excuse me.
[ And that's really all the warning she'll give before she pushes herself up from the table at which she was seated and simply... walks off, the camera still rolling. ]
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From the initial broadcast to the various conversations had in turn, she's observed just about all there is to observe and it's... well, it's something. Enough to have her knitting her brows just slightly and not entirely out of confusion. She thinks she understands well enough. Sort of. It's just... she's felt increasingly off as she's gone through the various conversations, enough that pending questions are dead in her throat, her curiosity swept to the way side by that strangely tight feeling in her chest. She doesn't understand it. Blames it on her feeling every inch out of place because that's simply, suddenly how she feels. Like she walked into the middle of some big family unit she has no business being involved with, like she maybe just... traipsed right into the middle of something else she shouldn't have and added a third wheel to it, like she should just step back if not turn on her heel outright and walk away. She isn't sure. About the only thing she is sure of at the moment is that she doesn't like these feelings, that she could've done without them and --
And now, now she notices that the feed is actively running. Her finger must have slipped for that annoying little red button to be blinking the way it is. Of course it slipped. That isn't difficult to determine. How she could be so careless is another matter entirely, but she'll have plenty of time to think that over after she's wiped that entirely out-of-place distant look from her face provided she cares to come back to it. She's quick to shift just so and straighten, quick to draw a smile expertly across her face. She'll leave no room for questions, if she can help it, and she thinks there's quite a lot she can do to help it. She simply does. ]
Your talents know no bounds, John. If you'll excuse me.
[ And that's really all the warning she'll give before she pushes herself up from the table at which she was seated and simply... walks off, the camera still rolling. ]