[ The communicator abruptly turns on to a video of what looks like a teenage girl in a broad-brimmed hat. Well, a girl with gray skin, fangs, and what looks like two fang marks on the side of her neck. She looks more than a little irritated as she fiddles with the buttons. ]
You say "use this," but you don't come with an instruction manual and then you just give me the silent treatment when I ask you questions. Uggghhh, you're one rude little...
[ She seems to be talking to the communicator. No, not talking into it, talking at it as though she expects the machine to hold sentience and answer her. The screen switches to text, then audio, then back to video. Now she's looking pissed. ]
Fine! Maybe this will make you talk! Or scream.
[ Her face twists into the most horrible grin ever as she throws the communicator on the ground and stomps on it a few times. Then the screen shows HOLY SHIT SHE'S USING A GIANT VIKING AXE ON IT. The communicator flies away across the floor from the sheer force of it. Pretty disorienting video so far. A few seconds later she wanders over, looking a tad less angry and a little more "whoops." Yes this is a valid expression don't judge me. ]
Okay, so maybe you don't talk. So what can you do?
[ She turns it over a few times before hesitantly putting it up to her (pointed) ear. It's still on video but she's using it as a cellphone. ]
Hello? I hope I'm talking to someone who knows where the wolf I am. Any info, I'll take it.
[ SIGH. And grumbling to herself: ] Really hope that I'm not standing around talking to myself with some metal shoved against my ear.