Daphne: Excuse me, Mayor Rice?
Mayor Rice: Yes.
Daphne: I have a small bone to pick with you. I can't say I care for the way your city treats us poor aliens.
Mayor Rice: Er, you're an alien?
Daphne: Yes, Daphne Moon. You see, my friend, Xena, and I, she's an alien too, we're trying to get down to Mazatlan to rendezvous with her mother's ship...
Mayor Rice: Her mothership?
Daphne: Yes. And from what I hear, it's quite spectacular.
Mayor Rice: I'm sure it is. Why don't you go with these two gentlemen? I'm sure they could take care of you.
Daphne: Well, thank you very much.
[Two men in suits take Daphne away]
Daphne: Hello.
Body Guard: Hi.
Daphne: Do you two work for the mayor?
Body Guard: Yes.
Daphne: Well, I suppose I should know that already, you see, I'm a bit psychic.