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[strafen]

Ah. . . [A gorgeous handsome beautiful young man appears on the Plane looking a bit confused. This wasn't really what he was looking for, and one hand is held out in front of him as if he had been opening a door. A priest's jacket is slung around his shoulders and an overly elaborate cross is sloppily poking out of one pocket. No trace of Nazi uniforms here]

. . . Sister Monica? I hope you know this is counterproductive. We're supposed to be heading to Istavan, don't you remember?

[He searches the pockets of his coat, patting them.] I'll be angry if you just left me here... [Sigh.]