[Well, there's a face we haven't seen in a while. Shepard is holding the D-Terminal fairly close to her and looking rather grim, and not just her facial expression. Her hair badly needs a trim and a wash, there's dirt on her face and what's visible of her clothes, and she even appears to have lost weight.]

Commander Shepard reporting in.

[Her voice is the same strength as ever, though.]

Looks like randomly ditching me all the way across the damn island by myself is this place's idea of a joke, so I'm going to need an update. And preferably a check in from a few of you, just to make sure nobody's gotten themselves blown up while I was gone.

[This means you, heroic-type friends and boyfriend. There's a quick flash of purple at the bottom of the screen, and Shepard's expression shifts from solid irritation to a sort of rough affection.]

Stop nuzzling me, Cadet.

I've been looking everywhere for you, Commander!

[Shepard pauses before reaching down to pat her partner on the nose. She looks back at the screen.]

I should go.

 [After that storm on the castle, to say You had gotten a workout was a severe understatement. She was by no means weak, but even a Champion digimon's going to have some trouble when going against Ultimates. It was just how things worked. Not that Wheeljack really paid attention to the specifics of this world. He just translated it into 'something going against something stronger'. She'd get a little bruised up, but she'd make it. He had no worries about that.

Of course, said bruises would have to be taken care of. And without a medic, he was left to do his basic first aid on the little princess.

The feed opens up to show Gazimon, her ear pulled up by what looks to be Wheeljack's hand, as he inspects around it for any injuries. She was riddled with little scars--stuff that would heal over time, and maybe some gauze around a claw.

She seems to at least be cooperating, though...]

It's fine, you know. Doesn't even hurt!

Doesn't mean there ain't somethin' wrong. Learned that one the hard way, goin' up against Soundwave.

Soundwave?

Scrap of a 'Con back home. Had a weapon that shorted out my audio and optical sensors.

And you know how to check for it?

I'm hopin' I do.

[That was comforting. She flops her head back onto her arms, letting Wheeljack do his work. She WAS achey--and maybe her partner was right. But when seeing the feed is on, she gently takes the D-terminal, punching a few buttons idly.]

Hey, Digimon. How are you guys holding up?

Get off that thing.

[Maybe she's taking a page out of Wheeljack's book, because she's blissfully ignoring that order.]