[As Me'dan pokes around the lower levels of the tree, a lanky, long-haired and roachy-winged human stops in the middle of exiting her home to glare his way. She can see him fiddling with the amber slice he's got and, on a hunch, she closes her door slowly and quietly and cants her head to listen to the first part of his speech.
When his back is turned, she takes a half-step forward and utters,]
(Action!)
When his back is turned, she takes a half-step forward and utters,]
They're all dead, Jim.