This is David.

[Other people have explained where and what this is. Adding to it is more or less completely unnecessary.

There are few people he's interested in speaking to: a long time ago, he might have wanted to talk to Weyland. Rub it in his face. Now, he doesn't really care.]

If anyone is familiar with Mira Hidalgo, I would be interested in speaking with you.

[And then there's another pause, long enough to be noticeable, maybe too short to be considered significant.

Maybe.]

Elizabeth?

Good evening.

[David smiles politely at the camera, and it looks eerier than he intends it to be. The screen casts strange shadows on his face, as it's the only light available on the lower decks, and so he looks a little like a kid telling a ghost story in the dark with a flashlight to show their face.]

The lower decks are still experiencing a complete power outage, which I have been unable to repair. [He doesn't sound bothered by this, but he does feel badly about it. He's supposed to be capable of more than this, he's supposed to help. He can't exactly do that when no one understands how this place even works.]

If anyone requires anything from their cabin, or any of the other rooms located on levels six through eight, I will do my best to retrieve them.

I will continue to keep you all informed of any discoveries I make in the course of my investigation.

[He's been down here for a while already, and he is planning on coming back up, but for the time being, it's almost pleasant, to be away from the chaos of the rest of the Barge.

Sometimes it's advantageous to not technically being alive.]

[Unlike many of the other people on the Barge, David isn't really overly interested in talking to anyone back home, mostly because he doesn't really have a home to go back to, and let's just say he wasn't really on the best terms with most of his coworkers when he left.

Or perhaps more accurately, most of them were just dead, and therefore weren't really on the best of terms with anything anymore.

But he's still curious about who might be out there, and he wouldn't exactly hate talking to Elizabeth, if she happened to be out there.

He smiles politely at the camera, seated rigidly on the couch in his room - the "lifeboat" on the Prometheus, for anyone familiar with the ship.]

This is David. I would be interested in hearing a response from anyone receiving this message.