[ She halts her movements, turning to stare at him inquiringly. Or like he's grown a third eyeball, actually. ] Negotiations? We're in the middle of World War I, Roderich. [ Until that lightbulb goes off in her head, and some recognition is shining through. Of course he would be from a different time period. ]

Francis is well, though Prussia has been attempting to stake claims on territory that isn't his. As for Russia, he's...as frightening as he's always been.