[As the video clicks on, a very tanned man is peering into the feed, and pulls back after a moment with a satisfactory nod before addressing someone off-screen.]

Well, at least the tech is easy to understand, if not a bit primitive. 'Course, a few upgrades would make this baby sparkle, but since I don't have access to my inventory anymore -- !

[The man's expression darkens visibly at this, but he is interrupted by a somewhat irritated, soft but masculine voice before he can continue.]

You do realize that you're broadcasting.

Oh? [Swindle looks back to the Digivice and, after a second of close examination, bursts into a wide grin, immediately wiping away any negative emotion he might've been showing before.] Aha. So I am! Hello, fine citizens! Now, I gotta say -- the marketing for this place? Definitely could use some work. Now, my associate here -- Strabimon, was it? Fine name, by the way! Well, he tells me that it would be a good idea to get a feel for this place while we look around and find our, ah, housing for my little stay here.

The name's Swindle, and normally, I would introduce myself as your friendly intergalactic arms dealer, but unfortunately, I seem to have been cut off from my stock of fine weaponry -- a smaaaaall but very poor decision on the part of whoever brought me here. Just saying. So in the meantime, I suppose I'll simply have to be just another citizen -- although the new look really isn't doing anything for me. I look forward to getting to know you all -- I certainly enjoy a bit of diversity in my life now and then.

[Finally, the source of the other voice pops up in the screen -- a Strabimon, who stares at Swindle with a bored expression for a moment before asking,]

...Are you finally done?