Pierre frowned at the naval pilots last comment. While simple bludgeoning wasn't as bad as being maltreated by several electric shocks, he was nonetheless a little worried about the near future. Especially the health aspect thereof.
"Lieutenant," Pierre began as he faced the pilot who had managed to bring him in in the first place, "I hope I didn't keep you from attending some kind of rendez-vous?" A little small talk couldn't harm, Pierre thought to himself. Getting to know his captors definitely wouldn't.
Having been released from the suddenly much better behaved guards' rough grasps, he carefully touched the silk of his damaged sleeve, as though it was a wound in his own skin. He winced as he saw that the suit was in fact ruined. At least he could get a new one once he was transferred back to Gallia, he thought. If he was transferred.
