As Patch yanks the box from his hands, sending him sprawling, it belatedly occurs to Qubit that perhaps picking a fight with a stressed-out police officer was not the best idea he's ever had. He picks himself up less quickly this time, keeping a cautious eye on her while she rants, and putting a couple extra feet between them for good measure.

Until now, he couldn't figure out why she was so worked up about the damn thing. You'd think she'd been given a box full of human remains, the way she was acting. But... he doesn't know the first thing about her world, her background. If, in her world, androids are equal to humans, her reaction's a bit more understandable.

He's still pretty irritated about how this is going, but the worst of his actual anger has passed. Once he's certain enough that she won't continue the fight, he takes a second to straighten his coat lapels, with a sharp snap of the fabric.

"It isn't dead, Patch," he says flatly.