" Yes'm... Ouch..." War stands up slowly, looking like a particuarly racist depiction of a clone of Afromerican Funk descent. She bows to the higher class citizen. " Thank you very much, sir. We're sorry that clone turned out to be traitorous. I hope you are not unduly damaged? And could you possibly tell us where the Inter-sector Transportation and Resource Allocation Division of the Greater Alpha Complex Supervisory Coordination Bureau" She pauses for a moment, panting desperately. Once she's recovered, she continues. " is located?"