[Video]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[The person seated in front of the terminal is probably a new face to everyone in the tower. She looks quietly at the screen, managing to somehow appear both calm and furious. Three shadows of varying size stand quietly behind her.]

I'm sort of new to this type of thing, so I'll just cut to the point.

Is there possibly a seamstress in the tower? Or anywhere I could repair clothing? I... I would be extremely grateful.

And to whoever did this; I don't know how you managed this sick joke, but you will be found.

[But it's not their fault, Veronica. It's all your fault.]

Shut up, you're not Fran.

[Are you sure about that?]

[She give one last glare before the video ends.]

Comments

[get_bent]

[When you see the really tall buff guy is your first thought this?]

Yeah I can sew stuff up. What'd you need?

[Video]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Good point.]

It's, uh, some clothes belonging to the Prof-my father. I got them in a package.

[It's your fault he's gone.]

Shut up. They need to be mended.