United Republic of...Jesus, that sounds like one of those places where everybody wears uniforms and the government has loudspeakers everywhere. Do you gotta stand in line for bread?

[He taps his fingers on his arm, trying to figure out what she means.] Benders. Like, some kind of metalworkers?

[All right, there's a good, reliable place to start.] So what's your name? [He points his thumb to his chest.] I'm Carter Blake. Lieutenant. Philadelphia police.