XKris: ...I can fix this. I swear.
Lena: Then do it.
Kris: Okay... okay... what exactly does Mother think was stolen?
Lena: Some kind of tiara. I, uh, wouldn't worry too much about it.
Kris: Oh, that old thing? Fat chance. No thief on Earth would have that much bad taste. It's just more of mother's hysterics. But I'll have to work around it --
Lena: Kris, it's not a problem.
Kris: Of course not. I can come up with something like that in my --
Lena: ...it's not a prbolem because Gabie's putting the damn thing
right back.
Gabrielle: Yes'm.