[For a few moments, muttering in a guttural language cuts in and out as whoever is trying to work the communicator fiddles with it, switching it on and off, from channel to channel. Finally they seem to have it figured out and a woman's voice, raspy but understandable, comes through.]
Common's a bit rusty, so you're gonna have to excuse me - first off, where the Hell am I, who the Hell are you, where are my weapons, and most importantly, why shouldn't I start breaking things?
Common's a bit rusty, so you're gonna have to excuse me - first off, where the Hell am I, who the Hell are you, where are my weapons, and most importantly, why shouldn't I start breaking things?