A mixture of laughter and cursing can be heard down the corridors of the station.
"Bastards! You stinky little conspiring bastards!"
A woman with blurred makeup and birds-nest hair who looks like she has been partying and drinking all night walks down the hall towards Marx's office, swaying and holding an empty champagne bottle in one hand.
"So those stooopid LSF bastards are in league with you too huh? You told them to refuse my application huh? Ah I shoulda known they bastards was no good!"
For no apparent reason, Kira starts laughing hysterically again.
Arriving at Myer's office, an officer who was just giving a report catches her before she falls on the floor drunk.
"You cant arrest me! Dont touch me! Bastard!" she screams at him. Then, her eyes suddenly start to widden and her cheeks baloon.
Orange-brown puke spurts from her mouth, onto the officers uniform, and flows onto Chief Myers's Persian carpet in front of his desk.
Kira looks at the stained shirt, the ruined carpet, and stammers "Sorry... I'll pay for that" before falling into the visitor's sofa and passsing out.
"Oh... Yew will" the chief mutters as 2 officers drag Kira behind them by her feet, towards a prison transport.