[ Reflexively, Alfons gasps immediately. It takes a moment to fully process what he's seeing on the glowing rectangle extended toward him — it's not the first time he's seen a device similar to, but not exactly like the one that hell provides: Stiles had pulled one out of his pocket as well, way back on their arrival night in hell (my, that seems to be a long time ago) — but when he does, he's struck so physically by wonder that he nearly snatches the telephone from Harlan's hand. In fact, as though to release this potential energy in a more responsible fashion, he busies himself a moment, reaching up to take off his cap and push his hair back before replacing it. ]

I— that's really— [ wow, words fail him. They aren't enough. He claps a hand to his mouth in awe. ] that's really the Earth from up in space. That's... well, that's tremendous. Thank you for showing me. That's the stuff of my dreams, honestly!

When was this photograph taken? No matter the design and mechanism [ pour one out for "Noordnung"'s rotating wheels, however, ] that the feat was even achieved is incredible. Europe, you said... do you happen to know if Germany had anything to do with it?

[ He's obligated to ask after his country, after all. ]