[The feed cuts on to Naminé still looking a little drowsy, propping herself with an arm. She must be holding the gear with her other hand.]

What day... hn...

[There's a pause as she mentally calculates how long she's been out of it. To those who know her, her eyes seem visibly sadder.]

I'm... sorry if I worried anyone. I'm alright now. I think I fell asleep like what happened with the others. And--

[She abruptly stops when her eyes rove around though. For those who last remember though, she had four sketches on the wall. Her grip slackens a little, which allows the camera to show what caught her attention. There's another sketch that has been added to it. She blinks and runs a hand along it, staring, before her face breaks out into a soft smile.]