[The device is recording from behind, showing the long spill of her hair, the gentle curve of her shoulder and one slender, pale arm. A mirror is before her and the reflection is likewise broadcast, the line of jaw and cheekbone, the arch of brow are the same. But lips are more full, her eyes larger, but all the more cutting.]
I cannot decide whether to be furious or amused. [Her voice is a throaty purr, green eyes focused on her hands as she spreads them out before herself. As she moves, the bare expanse of her back is shown, but nothing above her neck is reflected in the mirror.] Perhaps I shall conquer the mundane first.
Ah- Nothing fits like this. Thor. Brother. I require your shirt.