[Mr. H is simply sitting on his bed, as he plays with the D-Terminal.]

Did I finally get it to work?

[Mr. H grabs the thing and points it towards his Lthabramon partner, who continues to skirt away into the closet, far away and safe from anyone seeing it.]

Shy thang, ain't it?  [A sigh, before the man beams a smile.]

Gotta hand it to these lil' guys though.  Sure do know how to throw a kickin' party.  Great games, food, and all that.

Except I can't find a single good cuppa joe around.

[The young woman that appears on screen is petite, dark-haired, and obviously displeased with her situation. She is, apparently, also not human, what with the pointed ears and strange wing-like appendages sprouting from her back.]

Hey! Who's in charge here? Because whoever it is, I've got some things to say to them!

[With her free hand, she hefts a Digimon into view of the screen. It's a Dracmon, and it looks kind of distraught. Well, as much as something can when its eyes are in its hands.]

First of all, where do they get off calling these things monsters? They're practically a joke! If you put one of these things in front of any real youkai, they'd probably laugh themselves sick, and that's assuming they don't just eat it as an afternoon snack.

[Yes, this is apparently the first thing she saw fit to complain about. She unceremoniously releases her grip on her partner's collar, letting him drop back to the ground below as she continues her ranting without pause.]

Secondly—

[But whatever she had intended to say next is cut off by a whimpering sound. Nue looks downward, and then she crouches, still holding D-Terminal out and away from herself to continue recording. The whimpering must be coming from Dracmon, as she promptly reaches out to jab its cheek with a finger.]

Hey! You're not going to cry, are you? If you want to make me take you seriously, whining isn't the way to do it.

[Looks like she'll probably keep bullying him until someone says something about it.]