TRENCHCOAT MONOBROW: Hello, young lady. Are we secure?
'CHELLE: Should be. We've chipped the 'comm and debugged the walls with that stuff you gave us.
TRENCHCOAT MONOBROW: Let's have your report, then.
'CHELLE: Sure thing. The clowns are making hooch, there's an ellie hiding among the animals, and the food vendors are using some questionable scrap meat.
TRENCHCOAT MONOBROW: Unless that scrap is corpse disposal from mob hits none of this is even remotely interesting.
'CHELLE: Is there a capybara mafia? I've heard there's an elephant mafia, so I suppose anything's possible.