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O: Aye. They call it that. A jail, basically.

SPONDULE: (pointing at her) O you’re an old lady-- they’re gonna make you one of their raiders?

OLD LADY: (angry) Kid I been an unaffiliated marchant since the Engine fell*-- y’think I don’t have plenty I could offer these upstarts?

*Around 40 years ago; maybe she exaggerates--ed

OLD LADY: (calming, turning away) Were I so inclined.

SPONDULE: (taken aback. Petulantly:) Well. I got plenty, too.