[Hey Rip, this conversation is getting them nowhere, and you've got to keep a girl better entertained than by just repeating the same idle threats over again! So, Integra will be the better person. She retrieves a wallet from inside her suit pocket, and takes out a strange card to hand it out towards Rip.]

Our benevolent hosts gave me this upon arrival, but I have no use for it. I hear it gives others a form of relief. Perhaps it would do you some good.

[The card will detail various services available in the pleasure district and that it is good for ten credits. ...Was this just an exaggerated way of telling Rip to 'go fuck herself'?]