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?

[So.

So this is happening, and he's still not entirely certain he knows what he's doing. Not that - in his experience, anyway, because he's hated most of the wardens he's known here - that seems to be something that disqualifies you from being a warden to an inmate, rather than just a warden on board the ship, but it's still strange, to think he's responsible for someone else now.

This is a lot more complicated than making sure a few cryopods didn't fail during travel, or just doing a decent thing for someone you care for.

He decides to address something less bizarre first.]

I would like to thank everyone for the hospitality they showed towards Dr. Shaw during the flood. [Except for you, Chris, but David isn't one to hold a grudge over something like that when he likes you, anyway.

He knows some people would put the rest of this behind a filter, but there's no reason to pretend that he wouldn't do something like this.]

And if anyone has any information they'd like to share with me about Ms. Hidalgo, I would be interested to hear it.

[Private to Mira]

We should speak.

[The last time David did this, he didn't hear from anyone from his world, and he isn't exactly optimistic about things being any different this time around. Then again, there are very few people he'd actually like to talk to from his world - well, just one - so perhaps it's not something to be especially broken up about.

It's actually a pretty decent argument for just ignoring this whole thing and going about business as usual, but he'd be vaguely curious to hear from a few people who have come and gone - well, just one - so eventually, he does get around to making his own recording.

He's sitting in his room in his usual gray uniform, unfortunately not at an angle where you can see the awesome mural Chris had installed as a Christmas gift. That's going to be the subject of another post because seriously, what even.]

This is David. If there is anyone out there, I would be interested in speaking with you.

[Sort of, anyway.]

[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.