[ She's noting the puns on the menu, her head tilting questioningly as she wonders if a health inspector has approved of these names. ]

Where they put you. I read the pamphlet. It sounds like they don't exactly approve of imPorts moving across the border.

[ Her face screws up at the idea the government is monitoring them with the nanites. She unconsciously scratches at her wrist, debating an incantation that might help remove them, though the scientists and soldiers strongly advised against it. ]

Hm? [ She looks at Reggie innocently. ] Oh, yeah. I guess he followed us in.