[ When the feed pops on, the face of one Annette Renard appears. She looks like any other lady of the late 1700's would look when in such a situation: completely, utterly confused. It hadn't taken her too long to figure things out; but she partially credited that to her time in that other place.

The blonde woman wearily clears her throat before speaking. ]

Erm, hello! My name is Annette Renard, and... well, I... this is not where I was before.

[ She shifts a bit, mentally kicking herself. That wasn't how she meant to put it, but, well. It is what it is. ]

This is not my home, nor is it that other place. Maurice? Alucard...? Are you two here as well? Richter...?

[ There is a pause, and she sighs. ]

If anyone sees a man in a blue coat with long brown hair, please let me know. He is my husband, Richter Belmont. I... doubt he is here, but one never knows. Thank you very much. Ah, also, any other information I may need as well. [ She pauses long enough to hold the manila folder up. ] Other than what has been given in here. Thank you in advance.