<strong>"First of all, Just Rudy, we shall have to procure more reasonable accouterments for you as your present ensemble is a sartorial disaster.  Secondly, I have no intention of permitting you to brave the night streets under these conditions.  My hospitality may not be quite to your absolute desire, but it is the least I can do to ensure your personal safety for now.  Thirdly, I'm afraid you may have misunderstood something quite crucial."</strong><br/><br/>Her expression changes, as if she's just thought about how sour a lemon tastes.<br/><br/><strong>"This is...<em>The City</em>.  Capital letters.  You are no longer in Shrewesbury, Sister Ethelred.  Specifically, we are in the Downtown District not far from the nightclub where you, ah, got in touch with your feminine side."</strong><br/><br/>Her eyes soften, although the rest of her expression doesn't really change.<br/><br/><strong>"I really am dreadfully sorry.  Now finish your drink and we can get to work."</strong>