[video] open/ backdated to evening
[Rarely does he ever bother with the video function on the communicator, except for special circumstances like these. When the feed clicks on, there he is lounging back against the headboard of his bed, shirt partially unbuttoned and a cigarette dangling in the edge of his mouth. Oh yes, and that cocky grin is also hard to miss. Taking the cigarette from his lips in one hand, he exhales and addresses the camera. And everyone in the dome as well, purposely failing at directing this privately.] My dear Miranda...
You left these behind. [Holding up her gloves, waving them back and forth.] You weren't around in the morning, so I thought I ought to remind you. You must've left in quite a hurry to forget them. [Don't you just love these implications? He's having a ball here. He drops them back to the bedside table.] Feel free to come get them anytime.