[june taps her finger against the side of the comms device she’s been issued. if it were up to her, she might not use it at all; certainly not this soon. feels counterintuitive, sending out video of herself to a presumably large and unknown group, to someone who’s spent as much time keeping herself under the radar as she has.]
[but it’s contextually clear enough that this is what one does--one addresses one’s fellow, ah, heroes with this thing. anyway, this whole setup isn’t so different from home. she’d just begun to fall into a little routine of playing along as prison physician--no, the irony there hadn’t escaped her. this is more of the same, really. play along.]
[the communicator flickers on: june, looking relaxed, seated at some outdoor cafe.]
So. Heropa. Nice to see they opted for understated with the name.
[her tone is nothing approaching resentful, though. it’s light, with a little almost-laugh at the end, there. she ducks her head; eyes back up. full name, she reminds herself, no record here.]
Introductions? I’m Dr. June Covington. I’m… ah, new. Here. As it were.
I’m sure I’ll be meeting many of you soon. [bright smile. everything above board here; definitely didn’t scope out any sections of the town for potential test subjects on the way over.] I look forward to it.
[she shuts the feed off. was that so hard?]