While I'm credibly pleased to see that my clothes no longer disappear, would anyone care to explain why there is a man in my room? I am not in any particular mood to deal with more hostile men.
[Emma's looking out the window of some building onto the grand view of the canals and narrow passages.]
Venice. How utterly romantic.
Do excursions like this happen often? It's nice to get away from that dusty old house, but I don't like the idea of being yanked around through time and space at someone else's whims.
[When the feed comes on, it shows Elphaba trying to look calm and collected, although those who are observant may notice water around her in the background]
Some help would be appreciated - it doesn't look like it's going to rain or anything, so it's not really urgent, but, I'd quite like to be back on solid ground again