[There's a clatter as Faith drops her communicator - giving a random array of image; some rather muscled legs, some a rather annoyed looking face, and... a rather pink tongue now licking at the screen. The wriggly little  puppy - a husky wolf hybrid - has apparently decided that being still is for chumps, and wriggling like a worm in the new-mommy's grasp is just the way to go. 

There's a muttered curse before she actually manages to clutch it against her waist - the creature making a happy little noise as if very approving of the situation; she still doesn't seem to realize that the video's on.]



Spam for Barbara and Wanda in the hallways (/anyone else who wants to run into her):

[Ruby now securely clutched against her form - head and one paw over her shoulder as she clutched its body against herself - Faith's wandering her way down the halls, with some vague hope of finding Wanda; she hadn't actually expected the admiral to give her a puppy - and now that she's got one, she's rather panicking; and trying to figure out a list of supplies she needs. ]