Abby: (to Neela) You got pissed off at Kovac and Lewis?
Neela: I didn't mean to.
Gallant: Oh. So what'd they do?
Neela: They just looked at me like they couldn't believe it. Like, "You? You're not supposed to get angry."
Pratt: What's happening to our little girl?
Neela: Yes, that's how it always is. Except there's different versions of it, isn't there?
Pratt: What's she talking about?
Abby: I have no idea, but she's on a roll.
Neela: (explaining) "Oh, she's a sweet Indian girl. Poor thing. Probably grew up begging for scraps in Calcutta."
Gallant: You mean you didn't?
Neela: I've never even been to Calcutta! Or "She's the well-educated British girl: proper, soft-spoken, and docile."
Pratt: With a very good vocabulary.
Neela: I'm not any of those things! I'm not Indian, I'm not British, I'm not American.
Pratt: So what the hell are you?
Neela: Yeah, well. That's the question, isn't it? (turns to Abby) Do you ever feel like you don't know who the hell you are?
Abby: No, but I'm very well-adjusted.