[The feed starts with a click and a close view of pouting lips and furrowed brows over heterocromatic eyes. Eventually the camera pulls back to catch a woman's face and torso, arms crossing over her chest. Those who know her, would recognize Delirium but like the rest of the recent posts on the network, something seems off. Perhaps it's the posture (back straight, shoulders tense, arms uncomfortably pressed close to her chest), or the expression on her face, but it becomes clear once she speaks, voice dipping lower as if used to a deeper timbre, vowels and consonants sipping into an accent.]

If someone could tell me who I am right now, I'd be grateful. [There's a huff, a rough running of fingers over the short strands of cropped hair. Russia's not used to this body and it shows in how he shifts and expects the lengths of his arms to be longer. There's a frown.] Alternatively, if anybody knows where my body is? Tall, pale blond, purple eyes, shadow control, thanks.

[He nods, frown still tugging at his lips and shuts off the feed.]