[The video turns on to a pink-haired girl who is positively scowling. If it's any guess by her miserable expression, she hasn't had a very pleasant morning.]

See, a real kidnapping wouldn't come with fancy gadgets and my own private room. If you guys were really true about keeping me, the least you could have done was stored me up in one of the ships. Don't you guys know how easy it is to escape on land?

Even with the plates shifting, the most you're risking is the building. [And with that, she shrugs, looking away with a forced sense of boredom.] I'll give you all three hours to alert Dewey before I find a way to alert him myself; and you do not want him to find out I'm gone.

But in those three hours, you also need to go find my dog. [The gear spins rather quickly, focusing on a Zangoose sitting on the floor. It looks pretty bored, actually.] This is not my dog. It's not a dog at all. I don't know what it is, but if it ate Gulliver, I'm killing it.

[And the gear goes back to her. She holds up her hand, signaling with three fingers.]

This many hours. Starts... now.


[And after the transmission ends, Anemone has decided to abandon the Zangoose, her room, and everything besides the gear in favor of roaming the base.]