Roy Hazama: So you're the one everyone's terrified of. Bit taller than the stories suggest.
Quinella: And you are the one who believes weapons can challenge divine order. How... quaint.
Quinella: Tell me, child who plays at being creator... what makes you think you deserve to stand in my presence?
Roy Hazama: Well, someone needs to make sure your 'divine order' doesn't get rusty. Figured I'd start with introductions.
Quinella: You mistake my patience for tolerance. I could reduce you to data fragments before you blink.
Roy Hazama: Yeah, but then who'd fix your floating garden's irrigation system? It's been leaking for three days.
Quinella: You... noticed the irrigation malfunction?
Roy Hazama: Hard not to when the great Administrator's paradise is slowly drowning her prized roses. My fee's reasonable.
Quinella: Perhaps... perhaps you may prove useful after all, weapons-maker.
Roy Hazama: I'll send my invoice through the usual divine channels. Try not to smite the messenger this time!