( A rare misstep: when she next speaks, her voice has shed the carefully curated robotic pronunciation that marks the higher echelons of Minaras, spilling into human warmth. Later, she will chastise herself for the uncouth presentation.

Now, she shoves another grape in her mouth and stares. )

That man. Have you seen him, citizen? Do you know where he is? You should do your duty, if you do. We are all bound to each other's safety. All of us, citizen. My welfare is yours, yours is mine, and together, we are Minaras.