Patty sips her drink, just...listening. She's heard Capochin give lectures any number of times, but this is different. This time, it really feels like he's speaking from the heart. His broken heart.

"I used ta see you guys on the TV all the time," she says slowly. "Those documentaries you and Inspekta made, or if you was on the news...Somebody'd throw open their door and holler out, 'Inspekta's on!' and all us kids would pile inside to see. It was...it was good, seein' someone who looked like us doin' so much good, gettin' some respect. But I never actually wanted to be a Bizzyboy back then, believe it or not. Some of the kids did! But I always kinda figured...eh, I thought you'd probably want someone smarter. Or, you know...competent." She giggles nervously.

"I figured I'd have a life like my mom's, you know? Get a job or three, meet someone nice, pop out a couple kids. Basic stuff, but I thought it'd be nice. Aaaaand then I started gettin' fired. Can I have a smoke?"