[Actors, honestly! Minimus never did quite get along with them, and he supposes he never will. His sits down and picks up his papers.]

I'm certain you are skilled in your profession, Rita Farr, but I believe a espionage and theater do not intersect to a great degree. Tell me, how would you assume a dead woman's identity, if you were required to do so?

[Everything must be taken seriously, no fun is allowed. Granted, not everyone in this had to partake in government-mandated identity theft and hide their true forms to avoid persecution, but Minimus can and will hold others to the standards he was held to.]