[There's a flicker of static before the image comes into focus. not that it's much of an important image. No, it's a sleepy eyed, dark haired woman peering into what has to be the camera on her device.]

Hullo. I have a question, and a few things to clear up, too.

[She pulls back to show that she's sitting at a small desk, a mug between her cupped hands.]

Let me get some things straight. One, you kidnap me and drag me here because of crimes I've committed. Okay... alright, that, I can see. Two, we're fed and kept pretty nicely, but it's still prison, or whatever. Gotta admit, I wouldn't expect that from being locked up or anything, but the place is nice enough.

[And now she leans back in, favoring the camera with a mildly put upon look.]

That's all well and good, except the whole locked away part, but I just have one question.

Is it really so hard to get some decent coffee around here?

-static-

No. Unacceptable. I can't be here. There's no way someone actually tried me, and under whose authority, anyway?

What th'... chains?

You've got to be kidding.