[The device is certainly beyond anything Yuuki is used to working with, but its instructions on how to use it is clear. She appears on screen. A brown, chocolate smudge decorates the side of a pretty, porcelain cheek near her mouth on the right. A few wrappers litter the ground at her feet, along side the familiar welcome basket. She’s beautiful, almost doll like, despite the mar. An ageless appearance though she clearly appears young, even within her early teens, But it’s an appearance different from that of an ordinary person, and sets her apart, too. Her eyes are wide, a deep, liquid brown and innocent (as though still fill of life), though not amused. Full, pink lips thin as she frowns with a look of disapproval into the screen.

She isn’t happy.

Cloaked in a white school uniform, her brows knit, expression firm as a normally warm gaze stares hard into the camera of the device. Atop her left arm is a black arm band, with a curious red crest. It matches the silver necklace, barely visible around her slender neck. She pulls the black band up, readjusting it and brushing her long waves of rich, mahogany hair over her shoulder.

Back straight, polite, though resolute and unwilling to be dismissed or ignored, she opens her mouth to speak. It’s clear she’s impatient, her annoyance a spasm of irritation that crosses her face, but shadowed by an underlying urgency.]

I haven’t done anything worthy of being arrested again. If this is a joke, it isn’t funny. I want to know the truth.

[Because the crimes listed are nothing short of ridiculous, charges more absurd than anything sensible, regardless of any validity to them. They’re a reflection of the truth twisted out of context. Although, she’s painfully aware the hunters don’t need real reasons to take one of her own kind into custody. They’re the only group outside of another pureblood who would possibly have the ability to pull off something this elaborate. Still, she has a job to do.]

Where’s the Association President? There are too many important things going on for us to be going through this all over again! Humans could get hurt. I want to talk to him immediately.

[The glare Arya throws to the device in her hands is no less strong than it is a little silly. snow flakes are caught in her mussed up, messy brown hair and her eyelashes as she blinks them away impatiently.]

I want to see my father. [She has no idea how this device works, but she's heard voices and seen people talking and maybe it was a magic mirror! (like the ones old Nan would tell her in the stories) and if it was it meant that she wasn't alone.] I want to see him! I swear, if you gold cloaks hurt him again I'll take Needle and punch you full of holes. I don't care if I committed crimes, that Joffrey deserved everything, and he deserves more. I'll give him a royal black eye once I get out. And I'll free my father too.

[They're passionate words, surprisingly filled with a loathing that seems beyond her age. She breaks off here and for a moment she looks as vulnerable and small as a girl of twelve should look. it wasn't going to work, she had no idea if this stupid mirror was working and if people were watching. She drops the communicator to her lap, obscuring the view.]