"Okay, no. No. Non non non. Uh-uh. I'm not embarrassing myself, again, the way I did LAST time I went to another world."

Hey, is that Trixie Lulamoon? She looks... good. She has more muscle and seems to have been eating better than - just say this can't be the native Trix, the one who spent time starving and farming rocks. Her cloak and wizard hat is still gaudy, but seems to be made of higher grade material, real silk and velvet.

The effect is ruined by her ranting with her back to a scroll, of course.

"This time, I'm going to ask who's in charge and who bears the Elements, I'm going to tell them exactly where I'm from and that I need to get back to my Ponyville, and I'm going to go home. No blinding a Princess! No kissing Lyra, Derpy, Carrot Top and Raindrops! No freaking out and attacking Twilight! Just - figuring - out - what's -"

She notices the scroll, and sort of... dumbly... stares at what she now knows is a two-way video transmitter.

"Merde. So much for not embarrassing myself. Okay, okay. Okay! I am Dame Trixie Lulamoon, I am emphatically not the Trixie you know if you know one, and could someone tell me where in Tartarus I am and who is in charge here, merci boucoup?"