[The feed starts off on the floor, but two brown furry paws are eventually dragging it along and it's soon easy to see that the Gear is in a kitchen. There's baking ingredients on the counter and a bowl and spatulas and.. and it doesn't look like the project is finished, but there isn't anyone bustling around to get said project completed.]

Sebby, no, I don't really want to talk to anyone right now.

[Jane sounds tired, if anything. The Buneary being spoken to chitters something quietly, dragging the gear from its straight up view and pushing it slightly against his trainers arm; she's a bit slouched in her seat right now, arms on the table and face half buried in it, and the pushing prompts one hand to lift and push the gear away.]

I mean it, stop.

[Sebby won't be deterred it seems, because he's climbing around her shoulders and trying to wedge the gear in next to her face. All it does is prompt an irritated frown out of her and while she takes it, Sebby gets a moment of thinking his plan worked until she sits up and chucks the gear across the room.

Surprisingly enough, it doesn't turn off, but the feed is facing the floor now and the only sounds are a Buneary chittering away and Jane making annoyed grunts from a re-flopped place at the table.]

I don't really give a damn right now, just get it out of my face. I don't want to answer questions or pretend I don't feel like utter shit, so just.. leave me alone. [It's said with enough finality that the Pokemon stays quiet, but there are little paws padding closer to the microphone. Flipping the gear over and holding it upside down a moment, Sebby regards the feed without his little sunglasses for once before turning it off.]