[Elle sounds excessively irritated and there are all kinds of noises going on in the background: talking, shouting, animal noises, etc. She accidentally wandered into the marketplace.]

This is the worst port ever. I take three steps off the barge and I'm assaulted by slavers who think that just 'cause I'm, like, a blonde chick, they can sell me off to make babies with the highest bidder!

[As she passes by some chickens, they squawk loudly, and Elle is obviously startled. Now she sounds even more irritated.]

At least in the Admiral's idea of a vacation port there weren't any horrible Roman diseases and mud and filth a-and chickens everywhere!

I hope all three of you die horribly! Jim, Jack, and the other guy!