[The camera is jostled a bit as Train gets up to head down to the kitchen to raid the fridge as he is want to do, although he stops for a second.

There is he pats himself down...except he isn't a him anymore, he's a her, very clearly so, and he is just going to stand in the hallway for a second, video sort of shaking about as he runs a hand over the blond hair.]

Ah well that's new certainly. As is...a lot of things.

[Of course now that he has collected himself, and also noticed the decor isn't really the same as his own house- this would be the point where he flips the hell out.

There's an amount of flailing before he returns to the room he left from and then finally addresses the network, noticing this thing is indeed on.]

Okay! I give, gods aren't cool! Point has been memorized now, beyond memorized, I got it stuck in my head this fact.

But seriously for a second, who am I supposed to be here? I think we need to get the identity crisis sorted out.