[ Modern day society doesn't bother her. She's used to these things, due to the Grail Wars, use to the modern trappings of things like phones and cars and television. So she only needs the most basic of instructions on how to use the device she's given to communicate, and Saber is on her way, items in hand and face appearing across the screen. ]

How simply dreadful to be accused of being fake the moment you are summoned. I am not fake. I am the grandest, and naturally, the best, and while I can assure that might seem perhaps a bit too perfect, I can also assure that no, I am one hundred percent real.

You will call me Saber, New Moore. Perhaps, in time, should I deem you worthy, I will allow you the use of my true name, but for now, that will suffice.

I require food and a place to live, and I do not have all day for these things. Bring them to me.

[She's gone with voice for now. No need to broadcast her appearance to the world. There's typical street noises in the background - she's probably in Main Street from the sound of it.]

Beast, Bigby, Cole, you guys out there? This is Cindy. I'm a little bit lost as to the situation - any particular reason I'm suddenly in Nowheresville, Nowhere, being told I'm a piece of fiction? Did I piss Frau off again? If this is a joke I will never let you in my store again.

I can't even find a bloody designer label store or tailor. Am I expected to wear off-the-rack clothes? Really? Is one good fashion designer in this town too much to ask for?

Or a decent plane out of here? Or just any plane out of here?

You know, people, I'm due in Milan for Fashion Week soon, and I'd hate to miss it. I'm ditching half my creditors for this. So if someone could tell me how I get out of here, that would be great.