[France has just barely made it back to the room when he hears a voice calling for him. He sits on the (previously unoccupied) side of the room, and has to turn from his position on the bed to see who it is. But at the recognition of his fellow nation, Francis stands up.]

Estonie... bonsoir. [He smiles a bit, relieved it's someone he knows. At the same time, he has to ask...] Just how many of us... have been brought here?