[A thin, rather pale face, but still-- a bit sallow in the lights of the hospital, as well-- appears in the video feed, blinking rapidly, as if the sallow-making lights are actually hurting her eyes.]

Alright, is this thing on? I cannot tell... Oh, right then, I think I see: the red light is on, so it's definitely recording! [A short, self-deprecating laugh.] Honestly, I don't understand why I just can't-- simply-- stick my head into the fireplace, if I really want to talk to other people who are not actually present in the room with me... And of course, that lends the advantage of being available to only select few, within the Floo Network...

(Honestly, you Muggles, I don't even understand half your "technology". I mean, seriously? Why would you want to broadcast this ugly mug all over the damned city!)

Right, then, since you lot are available to be whinged at-- here goes nothing!

What the HELL is this!? [The picture grows wobbly as she attempts to lift the damned camera over her head, in order to aim it at the back of her neck: at the implant point of the chip, in fact, which is still an angry red, of course, due to her fingernails digging into the spot.

[After a brief moment, the camera becomes too heavy for her twig-like arms, and so she sets it down again with a grunt.] I mean, seriously? What the HELL have you Muggles implanted in my damned neck!? I-is it something meant to-- to control me, or just my magic?

This is so completely not on, either way, you know! I'm just curious as to whether I'll be able to hex the person who did this to me, when I find them...

[[So... turns out that Maria's general melancholic malaise and her anger aren't that far apart, if anyone wants to play with that! ; 3 ♥]]