Sending in the nice cops before the big tasing asshole robots seems a little too good to be true and Jane isn't sure if she trusts it, knowing it could be the start of a good-cop routine. But she's lost, stranded, covered in cockroach guts, and pretty sure that, if necessary, she could take these guys out or get away. "Fine," she says flatly. "Old guy and non-tasing twink it is. Lead the way, Grandpa." Just as long as he doesn't lead her to a hospital gown and restraints.

She's been housemates with a rustbucket robot and a twunk cyborg, so a twink android is pretty easy for her to accept. The cop part bothers her a lot more than the robot part. "Yeah? How are you different?" she asks. "Smaller taser?"

There's no venom behind her words, more a tired irritation. The old guy's right, she wants off the street and into clean clothes and preferably not tased and used for weird medical experiments, but that doesn't mean she's happy about going along with them. Or that she trusts they won't try something, even if they hadn't been awful yet. She'll cross that bridge when she comes to it.