[Someone sure is uncomfortable about pajamas. Reim puts his hand up to block the viewfinder; it's all bright and weird, what is he supposed to do with that.]

I didn't have time to find some slippers. [beat] And where were you, where did this thing come from--

[The viewfinder is literally painful to look at; he pushes it more actively away from "right in his face."] Can you do something about this?