[VOICE] [ The feed crackling and scratchy, only silence and incoherent grumbling coming through. Then a thud, a few choice curses and Emilie begins to speak. Her words are slurred and jumbled, as though somehow getting lost in the back of her mouth--it's very apparent she is far past wasted. ]
Oh fuck this shit. Can't see a goddamned thing and--who the fuck are you? What! Keep staring, buddy, but it won't get you anything--holy fucking sh--you're ugly.
[ Silence. Rustling. Emilie sounds as though she's growing distant, walking away, and is shouting obscenities, threats at whatever it is. Though, from the sound of it, it has managed to startle Emilie just enough to deserve a sharp yelp from her--followed by the residual sound of something be thrown and making contact with a body. Silence again, just heavy breathing and the echo of jagged movement.
Then: ]
MOTHER FUCKER. LUCIE! YOU HAD BETTER BE BACK FROM WHEREVER THE FUCK YOU WERE!