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?
Seras: You shouldn’t smoke. It’s bad for you.