XSerena: An' what's that supposed to mean? I coulda learnt any a that anyplace. The metalhead coulda told me hisself.
Fausto: Ian don't talk about where he come from. Little man with a badge come visit you, Serena? Leave a card with his number? An' you'd call it, too.
Serena: Oh for fuck's sake. You make it sound like I'm a goddamn snitch! But you the one brought him in here. An' you precious Ian ain't nothing but a spoilt brat's had the world turn on him. The Army learnt me how that ends well enough. Everybody around him in the can! I take care a myself. An' if you weren't a born fool, I wouldn't be stuck lookin' after you too.
Fausto: Ian? Where you at, my man?
Ian: I am nearly there. It is difficult with the crowds, I don't wish to attract attention. Please tell the Alton-Carter I will be there soon to finish replacing her landing --
Fausto: No. Turn around. Go home.
Ian: But the Alton-Carter --
Fausto: The goddamn car will wait. You ain't safe here no more.