[That was definitely Fujiko. Lupin was certain of this--no other woman could go from cool to screaming at him to cool again in under a minute. He chuckled, settling himself in the dirt next to the book that was becoming more and more confusing by the minute.

He clapped a hand to his face, feeling more than a little crazy.]

Heh. You don't change, do you Fujiko-chan? I wake up in a wierd place feeling like I've been hit by a truck, with nothing but a book, clothes that aren't mine, and these itty bitty annoying wings. I don't have my gun, my shoes, my phone, or my jacket, and I'm still getting yelled at for being late.

Late for what, Fujiko? I'm in the woods, and have been here long enough to be be cold and get over a hangover. Do you know something I don't?