— Thank you.

[ The video catches the tail end of a conversation, with two men shaking hands and parting ways after. The older one is familiar to some, probably — one of the escorts for the new arrivals, just doing his job to help. The younger, the owner of the device it seems, is definitely not native, his clothes the biggest indicator, like he stepped out of some wild tv fantasy drama.

But then the device is turned to Edmund's face, and he waves shortly, just a flick of his wrist, awkward in that he definitely has no idea what he's doing. He doesn't quite smile, but he makes an effort not to look unfriendly. ]

My apologies, to my... audience? [ By the Lion, that is so weird to say to some weird box that apparently helps to communicate with others. ] I asked for help in figuring out how to use this contraption — he was certainly kind about it. He mentioned that plenty of other individuals would have difficulty using the first time around. I suppose he didn't tell me that just to make me feel better.

[ Which he isn't, but that's a differently story. ]

In any case, I am looking for certain people. Three, really. Peter, Susan, or Lucy Pevensie. If any one of them is here, I would deeply appreciate being pointed to them.

[ He'd thought about asking about the others, Mr Tumnus, the Beavers, or even Aslan. But he has had time to watch his surroundings, and there are more humans here than animals, and somehow, he can't fathom that there would be Animals. Besides, in a troubling situation such as this, at least one of his siblings would be in the midst of the chaos. ]

If not, then — my name is Edmund. A ple— [ a thoughtful pause, then finally, a small amused smile. ] I suppose it's not quite a pleasure to meet your acquaintances, since I've yet to meet any of you at all.