[April looks both tired and not very happy, and she seems to be suffering from sort of headache, judging by how she's rubbing her forehead with a grimace.]

Apparently portable communication devices are a thing that's impossible to make here. If you can somehow put together the materials to make something simple, making a wireless connection between them is impossible, even with use of powers. I tried and now my head hates me for it.

[A sigh as she rubs her eyes.]

So yeah, to the people who I told this about and stuff, sorry but it's not gonna happen. And on a related note, if anyone wants any sort of tech made, I'll probably be able to help out. So long as it isn't a portable communications device or something like that.

[The voice that comes onto the network is that of a younger-sounding girl, though it's crackled and rough, as though the person it belongs to just got done screaming themselves hoarse.]

You'd think someone with the ability to rescue people from a "dying world" would have the decency to maintain a friendly and helpful world themselves. Hospitality. No mental, emotional, or physical torture. From what I've seen through this network and in person, though, perhaps my expectations should have not been so high.

At least the food is satisfactory.

[There's a pause.]

Though, Val is a trooper. As much as I wanted to rip apart her processors a good chunk of the time, she did help us. [She makes no effort to explain who "Val" is, figuring anyone who wouldn't know isn't from the Facility at all, and thus not really worth her time.] It's rather hard to believe that she'd just get blasted away so easily, after she held us there for so long. I don't know about the rest of you, but this 'your world has been destroyed' theory seems like an awful lot of tomfoolery.

[Another pause, the rest of her words being said deliberately in French to bypass the auto-translator.]

No rest for the wicked, but there's no rest for the heroes, either.