"Ah, I beg your pardon. I thought word had spread by now."

She eases her stance a bit, looking at him seriously, as if she were briefing one of her men before a long campaign.

"A group of this tower's refugees made it into the Administrative levels recently. While there, we came across a machine that extracts the souls from a person's body. When we die here, our soul is removed from our body and placed into a replica of the previous one. What the administrators bring here from our homeworld is not even our own flesh, but the soul itself."