[On screen is a patchy blue and magenta face, set with swollen, shining green eyes bubbling with tears.  Yes, bubbling.  In addition to fat drops spilling down her cheeks, there are bubbles forming in the corners of her eyes and popping on her cheeks or being scattered and floating away when she blinks.  The normally unclothed little fish-alien girl is wearing a loose cotton shirt that is obviously falling off of her, and might be recognizable as having belonged to one Gil Marverde.

In her hands is clasped a worn piece of paper that might not have been so worn an hour or two before, but is now splotched with tears and wrinkled from her wringing hands.  She babbles through her tears for a few seconds of the feed, not speaking coherently.  If you look behind her, you'll see a torn-apart mess of a room, empty of anyone else and especially empty of any tidiness.  Everything has been pulled down or thrown around; some stuff is even broken.

After a number of seconds, Nevy hiccups, and smears at her face with her hand.]  He's--  [She chokes around the words, cries for a few more seconds, and then blurts out:]  He's gone!

[She dissolves back into sobs, but continues trying to speak.  The only discernible words are "Gil" and "he's"; the rest is a blathery mess.  It's all that anyone really needs to know - every person who Nevy has talked to, on or off the network, has heard of her best friend Gil (her only friend, even) at least once.  Far from composed, she jams her face directly into the crumpled, damp note and presses it to her cheeks and gasps into the paper.  This continues for a few more seconds before she fumbles to turn off the feed.]