[ The video feed turns on, a burst of light and then blur as if someone is turning the camera around trying to figure it out. There is the sound of muffled cursing before a face finally resolves on the screen. A face that looks intensely displeased. One intensely blue eye glares at the lens as if the camera were the cause of all her woes, the other is hidden beneath an eyepatch. To say that the young woman staring into the camera is displeased would be an understatement. She looks positively ready to explode. ]

So let me get this straight, this is some kind of space prison ship, I've been brought here for "rehabilitation," whatever the fuck that means and I'm stuck until I'm "deemed fit to return." This is seven different kinds of bullshit. I hope you people realise the.

[ Letting out an exasperated sigh, she props the camera up against something and perches herself on a chair a little ways back, revealing more of what she's wearing. It seems to be a costume of some kind, the mask tucked in her belt and the scabbards on her back are empty. Bringing a knee up to her chest, she rests her chin on top of it, still glaring at the camera. ]

But whatever. Rose Wilson. Ravager. Nice to meet you Barge. [ Her tone however, implies that she's hardly enthused about the prospect of meeting you, Barge people. ] I'm not gonna be here long or anything so whatever. But yeah. Any of you know where I can get a drink, or how I can get off this damn boat, you know how to get in touch.

Also, I don't need a fucking Warden. I don't need rehab. So you can all piss off.

Should've stayed with the stupid Titans. Least when this kind of shit happened to them I got to keep my swords.