"I misunderstand."
"Svipe, you're a good kid. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. I respect your work and how you've fought to get to your position. Must have been hard. You took a risk. I'm glad you did. I can breathe freely," she eyed Igna.
"Late introductions," said Svipe, "-Doctor Lyoko, meet lady Umi Naht."
They locked eyes. Umi Nath was of small and slender frame. Her medium-length hair swayed. She looked to be in her late thirties. "-I feel rejuvenated," she commented, her black pupils scanning top to bottom.
"Umi Nath."
"You're a man of little words?"
"Depends on the person," he took a step back, "-lady Umi, I must ask, are you the one in charge of the town?"
"Yes, why?"
"The segregation?"
"Ah, the separation between rich and poor?"
"I suppose."
