Somewhere, Mark wakes up with a need to punch Miles.

As for Lakshmi - she looks downright alarmed. Her eyes going wide, pushing herself up. She'd heard - a lot of things. Of course she had, some of them she even knew to be UIC propaganda. Others, they had simply been notions she had been raised with, wary, unsure as she watches him. "But you're... so," mouth opening, closing. Trying to be polite. "Slight." She winces even as she says it.

But that wasn't polite either. She struggles, again, the drink didn't make it easier. "Aren't clones meant to be ... impossibly made? Big men and women who have tiger claws and fangs and have purple skin." Alright, that sounded more ridiculous when she heard it out loud, but that was the stories at least. "That was what the... UIC told us, about other places." Definitely, definitely embarrassing.