"I bet it was. Are you pretending to be Internet Jesus or an innocent little victim right now? It's easy to lose track with you," Hammerhead sneers at Jack before she bodychecks Murmur. Jane's frame may be petite but the woman inhabiting it is six feet tall and built of superhumanly strong muscle. That energy isn't hidden, and she isn't letting him leave without a fight. "Stay where the fuck you are."

She continues glaring at them both, daring them to disobey. As far as she was concerned this was life or death for the sixty-four, and she's not about to let her sources for answers weasel out of this.

"Listen, Bratz Doll Xbox Live edition, you're clearly stupid so I'm gonna explain this real clearly. This matters. This is fucking scary. And you're the one claiming you're BFFs with the goddamn Head and you know everything about it. Yeah, you're probably lying, but if you don't tell me everything you fuckin' know, both of you, no one has any fucking reason to assume you're not roboclones. If I gotta find that out the hard way I will. For everyone on this shitheap."