Halt! We are attempting an arrest!”“Yeah, we’re aware,” Quinn muttered under her breath.

Drop. Your weapon. And. Come quietly,” said a robotic voice. “Kiss. My ass,” said Zita, mocking the robot’s tone.

Yes,” Lisa said with the usual blank honestly. She frowned. “Was that a sincere question? Or a scolding rhetorical question akin to Harilotecca’s speech patterns?

Lisa’s head was tilted back and she was staring at the wall with her mouth open. “It’s . . . beautiful,” she whispered, touching a slender hand to her breasts. “It’s graffiti,” Rigg said flatly.Lisa shook her head in awe. “And it’s beautiful.” Rigg peered up at the wall. “Huh?