Silver Tongue's work is completed and she retreats to the underground, leaving Jane to take over with a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, well I'd appreciate your fuckbuddy not being an ableist bitch who thinks my friends are expendable. We can't have everything we want."

Besides, if Jack wasn't going to offer any other proof or submit to an X-Ray, there really is no way to ensure she isn't a roboclone without opening her up.

"You might be. You've got no proof for her."