kiosk
[With great purpose, PM marches up and places her Regisword on the kiosk, as if she's offering it. Never mind that she'll just have to pick it up and hand it in to a robot if her request is accepted, but hey. It was a good dramatic effect.]
Sentience. I want my ring.
[She takes a breath, clearing some of the anger with her exhale. Plaintively.] Please.