"Have you seen what I do for a living? I've made a career out of courting death and TITAN is just another problem to deal with in a suitable manner. Seriously, if it's judged to be too much of a threat to innocent people by Senior Staff, it will be eliminated once and for all in a quite permanent fashion. Until we can replicate it, it's too unique to be destroyed wantonly."
Then she hears the robot's question. "If TITAN took the hit out on you, then it's being surprisingly half-assed about it. I sincerely doubt that it was responsible for that."
"Now, about what happened, we were engaging in a fairly standard procedure launch, charge the Drive, and fly away with a nice glow, but then someone started loudly complaining at me. Their loud complaints worked their way up to the level where it wasn't my week to handle things and you got "Sword of Tungsten, Heart of Stone" over there taking your calls. And she literally had no reason to care about you. A little off-topic, but the only reason we're even discussing this instead of just taking our business elsewhere is because certain accusations were hurled and the record needed to be set straight."
The contents of the wine glass in her hand experiences an overall reduction as another sip is taken.
