"Honor. Honor! Does he know who we are?" Slipstream may not wish to associate herself with her creator, but surely the well of personality she was made from contained not one drop of the stuff. Honor! She'd cry with laughter if only she had tears. "Or is he too stupid to change his tune depending on who he's singing to? Honor." Good grief, she's snickering so hard she's wobbling. "Even if he didn't want to kill you, he'd surely still be ridiculous."