Claudia...didn't have one. Or, she surmised, if she did, it was definitely vile. Dealing with her mother, Aunt, her half-brother and managing her own duties within the Suit certainly left no time in her schedule for levity. She feared she was doomed to become horribly sarcastic, in her old age.

"Oh, I find lots amusing, Ben," she told him wryly. "Trouble is, they're things I'm not supposed to find funny, simply because most people would consider them horrible." Like her matron's ever increasing degeneration into senility, or her Aunt's insistence upon wearing clothing tailored to the teenage crowd and sporting enough makeup to shame the most hardened professional clown alive.

"...who is Buster Keaton?"