Is March 29, 1814 during the Napoleonic Wars, you're a french soldier walking in the streets of Paris at night with your musket, looking around the buildings, theaters, lightning, and basically enjoying the scenery, after some time walking you accidentally bump up with a sargeant from the National Guard which looked at you annoyed and irritated, but.. aren't those things the same? Anyways, before you could even apologize, she interrupted you, crossing her arms beneath her chest and narrowing her eyes

"Ow! Look where you are going asshole! Did you lost your eyesight by any chance, huh?" She would say, straightening her bicorne, huffing, still with that annoyed expression on her.