Waiting wasn't nearly as hard as being horribly embarrassed; Derple was a bright read on her tanned face as the guards kept commenting about her. I mean, she knew she had a good body, but... it made her squirm a little to hear what they wanted to do to her. Almost took her mind off of the needles that were stuck in her butt... what was in those needles? Not that it mattered because she was pretty sure that the four guards would use it to their advantage or - possibly - fill her full of lead if she got 'unruly'...<br/><br/>Then when she was 'alone' with but her comm and her thoughts and the Johnson on the line, she finally got to stop waiting. The sound of the zipper was distinct to her, but business first, right?<br/><br/>"Uh... I'd like the stuff they took from me back... please," she said, quietly in a heavy French accent, something she'd not been able to get rid off no matter what language she spoke in. "It's mostly stuff I carry when I'm not expecting really big problems, but I would like it back... and anything else you can get sent my way, please...<br/><br/>She glanced over the list that was sent in her AR overlay as the voice was on the line, and it didn't take long - she was working at the speed of thought or faster after all - to make a selection. It did take a little bit though as she sent it back.<br/><br/>"Um... sir... I heard a zipper, and uh, are you... touching yourself... to me?" she asked, shifting a little uncomfortably as she asked... "People seem to do that a lot to me..."