"Touché, dickwad." And from her mildly bewildered blinking at the varied electronics around, she really did expect a sex dungeon before this. She snuffs out the joint between her fingertips, letting the ashes fall to the floor as she listens.

"So you think we can find a way to change what these fuckers are thinking?" Jane considers that, lining it up with what she's learned about Dualis since arriving. "Do you know how? I've been staying the fuck away from this mod and tattoo shit." She doesn't want anyone messing with her any more than she's already been messed with. If she can't have control no one else can, including the Head.

"See, I had some other ideas." Ideas about limiting powers, and ideas about what they can do with the clones.