[The video feed cuts on and Emmet's smiling, as he normally is. Though there's something...different about it. It's much more reserved than the forced, enthusiastic smile. He drums his fingers on the table humming thoughtfully.]

Strange occurance, this. I must wonder what sort of power could conjure such ridiculous nonsense as we've been put through here.

[He moves to rest his chin on laced fingers, staring right at the camera.]

I'd like to hear your thoughts, if you aren't too busy running in circles like panicked Whismur.