The correction has her smirking with teeth. "My baby boy tarnishing my baby brother," she speaks. "That's like 'appropriate for all audiences' in the Wastes, kid." Need worse material.

A hand grasping her shoulder, though. That she can accept. "Don't worry your pretty little head about your roller bots," says Sarah. "My only problem was that you told me--guaranteed, in fact--that you could never be in the Strip. And here you are, in the damn Strip."