[That short growl is not directed at her, as a look of cross disapproval puts a frown on his whiskered face.]

Quite bleak, I'm afraid; the MCP was still very much in charge. I believe I was taken before Sark could oust me from my chambers just after Alan-One imparted his final instructions to Tron, which is a good fortune. The cheek of him, battering down my home with a logic probe of all things. I should like to see how he fares against me at my full strength.

[That nasty smirk is more fitting on his leonine muzzle than on the sweet, affable face he wears now. Get in line, Dumont, others have prior claim.]