Apricot: Altair, I’m so glad you made it. Berry! It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you. 

Altair: Sorry. I’ve kind of disappeared on everyone.

Apricot: Don’t worry about it. No one blames you. The girls are super excited to meet you. Come on. I’ll introduce you.

Valerian: Look, as much as I would love to stand around and talk shop with you all day, cut the crap already. What am I doing here?

Sirius: We had a deal, Valerian. Altair–

Valerian: Clearly that girl has a mind of her own. I thought we could scare some sense into her, but I was wrong. She’s going to do what she wants.

Sirius: That’s not good enough. 

Valerian: What do you want me to do?

Sirius: [laughing] That’s rich coming from the man who ordered a hit on his wife’s mistress… and his daughter’s boyfriend.

Valerian: Those were different.

Sirius: You keep telling yourself that. As for Mr. Accountant here, the software he took advantage of specific vulnerabilities in the system that there was no way someone from his background would know.

Valerian: He was working with someone else then?

Sirius: I was trying to get a name but, well, as you can see he didn’t handle it very well.

Sirius: He is–sorry [chuckles]was, from accounting. He planted a software that used microtransactions to transfer money to dummy accounts. 

Valerian: How much did he steal?

Sirius: A quarter million simoleans.

Valerian: That’s it? That’s pennies. Was it necessary to kill him over it?

Sirius: Not every part of our business is nice and neat, Valerian. It does you some good to be reminded of it from time to time.

Valerian: … it stinks.

Sirius: What the fuck did you expect it to smell like here? Roses? 

Valerian: Of course–Wait. Is he…?

Sirius: Dead?