[When the feed switches on, there's a Tuck sitting there, looking as though he may be holding his device in his lap from the angle of everything. Where he is, though, is anyone's guess. He looks more or less tired, though from the condition of his skin, it's hard to tell anything by looks alone.]

Back home, I lived on the streets in a major city for a while. I can tell you I've had to bust a few heads just to stay alive. It's not that I'm saying this to try and prove anything or to try and gain pity. But this place and what's been going on recently, I don't think it'll get any better. There are things here I've never seen and I don't know how to properly defend myself against any of it.

I don't need to be told I'm not home anymore, and I don't know if I ever will be. [That thought gives him pause, though not for long.] But with that in mind, I've been thinking. I'm not the only not-a-robot living here, but I don't want to just sit around and hope someone will protect me. Never was a fan of that sort of thing. So how have you guys survived?

[In general, Tuck is a smart kid. Things like this pad he was given when he came here aren't all that uncommon in his world, but he wasn't lucky enough to have possession of anything like it for any lengthy amount of time. Something about living on the streets and not wanting to steal to make his living, but you know how it is. Or do you?]

[Regardless, the feed flickers on to show Tuck's head and shoulders covering most of the background. There is a wall close behind him that he clearly is leaning against. With the lack of so much sound, he might be indoors, but from this angle it's impossible to tell.]

[Whatever he's doing with the pad, all that's seen for the first few times the view flickers on is the teen poking at a few things on the pad itself, swiping here, mashing a button or two there. Then, at last, the feed comes on and stays on. Tuck is no longer so close to the device - he has moved it a few inches back and behind him can be seen part of a room that looks... like someone much larger should have been occupying it. Come on. That table is HUGE!]

Hey, guys... gals. Uh, people. A couple of you saw me about a week ago, if that's right. You spoke with me, tried to point me in the right direction, and I realized I didn't even give you my name.

[He reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, perhaps embarrassed.] I'm not usually like that. Been going through a bad time. I thought about it, though, and I realized I'm not the only one who got dropped in this place either. Maybe it's more like home to some of you, but maybe you're stuck here, too. I got that idea in my head, but I hadn't been able to convince myself to do this until just now.

[He's almost grinning as he gets to the next part.] Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you for that, for trying to help me out in a bad spot. Everyone else, I'm Tuck. Yes, this is what I look like for real. No, I'm not dead or a mummy or anything else like that, so you don't have to worry about me turning you to stone... or however that legend goes. I want to say I'm glad to be here, but I'll be honest and say I hope I'll be glad to be here. We'll see how it goes.

[He gives a little salute, and the feed ends.]