013 - video; all grown up (Backdated to a little after the flood).

Not very nice, Admiral. [Her face is twisted into a snarl, the hand not clutching her communicator wrapped into a tight fist. Madame Smudge sits on the bed besides her, the little kittens face looking worried.]

I'm not her anymore. She's dead. They killed her. [Her fist tightened further, enough that blood began to seep from her palm.]

Bastard.