Integra: Sorry, Mr. Fargason…
Integra (narrating): I’m Integra, age thirteen…you know the drill. I fall asleep in class because I stay up late protecting the ignorant masses. What can I say? It’s my job.
Phone: Sir Integra, the host is loose in the underground. We’ve confirmed that it’s on the train to Queens.
Halt all trains scheduled to intercept the infected route. No exceptions. Yes, I’m on one of them. May God and Her Majesty be with you — amen.
Brenner: Interesting conversation you were having there, pointy-hair.