[Wearing an expression very much unlike his usual composed look, Itachi looks something like he's seen a ghost. It fades to something less frantic, a frown as he tries to figure out how to make the device do what he wanted.]

Shisui. Can you hear me?

[A moment, and-- nothing. He sighs, pressing something else which turns the video feed off, leaving only the rustle of sound as he fumbles with the thing.]

Shisui?

[Another frustrated noise, and he manages at least to end the whole feed.]

[There is probably a little bit of static before the scene comes into view once more, a shuriken toppling off right in front for a moment. It’s hard to make out what you’re looking at, given that the PDA has rolled off to it’s side, only because Shisui had flung a shuriken straight at the suspicious looking red light as soon as he’d realized he wasn’t in any place familiar.]

[Soon a pair of feet clad in standard Konoha shinobi sandals approach the screen, and Shisui picks up the device, frowning into it for a moment. A recording device? Why would that be here anyway? And where was ‘here’?]

[Shisui notices that the little part where the red dot had been blinking at him was now no more. Oops. But he knew what it was, and knew it to be recording him.]

Well, hello there, stalker.

[He places the PDA back where it initially was and sits down in front of it, adjusting his shirt, making sure his hair is presentable.]

If you’re watching this, son, then I must be dead.

[He attempts to maintain a poker face here, but ends up breaking into a grin.]

Or not.
Well...Introductions? I am Uchiha Shisui, single, with no illegitimate children that I know of, and I seem to have left some of my tools behind. But that is besides the point. If you’re watching this - which I bet you are - would you mind telling me a little more about this place? It would be greatly appreciated.

[He nods here, then looks straight into the device once more.]

And if you happen to be a hot babe--

[...The video feed dies out just then.]