Seras: Ack! Sir Integra! I’m sorry! Er…

*Ahem* Sorry, sir.
[standing at attention]

Integra: At ease, Seras.

Don’t let it happen again — use the sense you were born with, or, failing that, the sense you got when you died.

Seras: Yes, sir…Permission to speak freely?

Integra: Granted…

[THUNK]
Seras: You shouldn’t smoke. It’s bad for you.