First footage

[like_quicksilver]

[Gyda's curled up on a chair in the dining room of her and her brothers' dome. She's breathing hard and even for her she's a few shades lighter than pale. The hand at the circle behind her ear shakes a little as she keeps the feed on. When she speaks, for all she tries to keep her voice controlled, it's clear she's recovering from a panic attack.]

I'm not leaving the dome again until this is over. I don't care about deliveries at this point; It's just the three of us.

Any idea how long these 'deserted domes' will last?