XKris: Another of you? Merciful saints, doesn't the Empire have anything better to do than harass honest citizens?
Travis: Oh, you know how it goes. There weren't any good genocides going and the alien orgy was full up, so we said, hey, why not do a bit of work for a change.
Kris: Maybe if you weren't so busy tricking the public into believing there's some sort of alien threat from beyond --
Travis: Uh-huh. Some advice? Read Kruczek instead of of conspiracy bulletins. His insults are more interesting.
Kris: Bah. I suppose if West hates you, you can't be all bad. ... Saints, what a wash this project has been.
Travis: What makes you say that?
Kris: I was supposed to learn what I wanted to do with my life. Instead I get patted on the head and shunted off to some dumb offices with the other dead weight. Go be useless somewhere out of the way, little girl, with the other useless people. Just like it's always been.
Travis: I understand the project's still in the planning stages....
Kris: Hah! I'm not dumb, you know, and I hardly slep through any classes this time. This 'project' will get off the ground when the... Empire... falls... that's why you're here!
Travis: I --
Kris: The project's crooked, and they took Imperial money because West's too dumb to even do crooked properly. But I bet he's covered his tracks pretty well --
Travis: Well --
Kris: -- and the Empire's hung up on justice and proof and all that, so they need to know how he did it, and it's hard to find that from the outside --
Travis: Um--
Kris: You need a spy!
Travis: Needed! Needed! I changed my mind!