[There is nothing but white when the visuals flicker into view, and it may take a moment or more for the pupils to adjust to the amount of white on white, the wall and the floors and the tight suit, and then the mess of white hair and equally fair skin. The voice that accompanies the image is not amused.]Now you've done it, France. You win this one, whatever it is. We'll have a laugh about it and I'll beat your head in for it next time we go out for a drink. Whatever it was, you can let me out now.
[There's an affirmative--or perhaps just supportive--chirping in the background, and the young woman rolls her eyes.]And I can't believe you took away my
clothes but the left the bird behind. Pervert.