Now is not the time to be modest, bubbers, you have walked up a steep aisle to the door, it is open, and you stride in. You instantly grok the attitude, ten degrees NU, and you proclaim, "Mon dieu mon petit chou, you have STALLED our cherie"....
You would briskly tapout the LHS, settle in, belt up, and look at the PF's SS. "MERDE", "Have you no sense? Look at vario, ALTI, and Attitude!"
"Controls to left, Follow me through...." As you briskly force the SS forward to the stop, you sense an immediate lessening of the chaotic airstream, and you say, "The Nose Down, the wings must be unloaded..." "Take notes, paduan, this may be the only time you see such heroism."
As the Pitch lowers, speed increases, and the noise changes character, not quiter, but less chaotic, you are re-acquiring streamlines, and losing the rumble of the STALL....
You carefully meter the need for back pressure, as your lift is now sufficient to support the a/c, and level flight can be attained, carefully, not too fast, one STALL per leg is sufficient, Non?
Regaining the correct altitude, you give control back to the FO, slowly, casually, you light a Gauloises, and smell the tobacco as it wafts up your Gallic Nose.
"Call Miriam, Pierre, I would like an espresso, two twists."
Anyone who can master the short final at Tegucigalpa can most definitely recover a STALL at 30,000 feet, Non?