"I just stunned her," the clone says dryly. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Miles. She's currently quite comfortably unconscious in the back of a maintenance closet, wrapped in that fur-blanket thing. While you're alive for questioning, by the way, any bright ideas about what to do with that woman you hauled out of her burning wine shop? She's suing Admiral Naismith for half a million GSA federal credits."