Clemens:
Dillon and the rest of the alternative people, embraced religion, as it were, about five years ago. Tincture?
Ripley:
I'm on medication.
Clemens:
Hardly.
Ripley:
What kind of religion?
Clemens:
Some sort of apocalyptic, millenarian, Christian fundamentalist, uh...
Ripley:
Right.
Clemens:
Exactly. Point is, when the company wanted to close the facility down, Dillon and the rest of the converts wanted to stay. And they were allowed to remain as custodians with two minders and a medical officer. And here we are.
Ripley:
How did you get this wonderful assignment?
Clemens:
How do you like your new haircut?
Ripley:
It's okay.
Clemens:
Now that I've gone out on a limb for you with Andrews, damaged my already less-than-perfect relationship with that good man and briefed you on the humdrum history of Fury 161; can you not tell me what you were looking for in the girl?
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