[[Juni catches up to Tanya, who is walking in front of the Electric Dance Club.]]
[[Signs in the Electric Dance Club’s windows (roughly translated): “You must be 210 rounds,” “Hermaphrodites' night, half off”]]
Juni: Harris, wait up. I need to ask you some things while-
Tanya: You again? Li'l critter, I toldja, I ain’t gonna break protocol.
Juni: Not about that. You work with Sam, right?
Tanya: I work alone. But we both reported to Lombard b'fore… you know.
Juni: How’s he been feeling lately?
Tanya: You got no idea how ragged he’s been runnin' ‘cause of you?
Tanya: Guy’s even been makin’ milk. I ain’t no doctor but that don’t seem right.
Tanya: I guess yer cute enough, but breeze if ya don’t put him closer to cremation.
Juni: But I-
Tanya: I know yer Academy ‘n all, but we ain’t all equations 'n experiments.
Tanya: He ain’t the best soldier but his mind’s in the right place. I don’t like seein’ ‘im get hurt for it.
Juni: I see. Thanks, Harris.
Tanya: You can call me tanya. G'day, officer.