"There ain't any any more. You know, sensatia-tapes."
"Know her name?"
"I don't ask no names. How you going to know names? She's a girl. Just like ten million of 'em these days."
"What you think a guy like this is doing here, Chief?"
"Why not?"
"Well, look at his clothes. He's got units, too. Can't figure that out. She must've been after something else."
"How about his clothing and food tickets?"
"Uh ... that's it. She got his tickets."
"Come on, give me a hand. Lug him into the hold."