America holds up a warning finger. "I've worked with multiple Dredds." It's true. She was one of the ones to decide on Paris. She's worked with Rico, met Dolman, and was mentored by Dredd. "There's over half a dozen of you running around," whether on the streets or in the Academy, "So don't take anything for granted."

Anyhow. She shifts just slightly. "The Fargo bloodline is a good one, but you can only sample and alter DNA so many times before it starts to degrade. Since clones are a perfect replica of the original, we've started taking their DNA samples directly rather than trying to squeeze every last drop out of the original donors. And, let's be honest, 'Fargo' doesn't exactly strike fear into the hearts of the citizens. Otherwise I'd be talking to someone with a name that's actually spelled right."

Fight her, Rico.

She stares at him for a moment after his statement about their ideals, clamping down on the urge to laugh in his face. "Not entirely what I expected to hear from a Dredd. You're usually... sticklers." She pauses. "Those of who you didn't quit and join the Space Corps or become actors, I mean." Vienna counted. Even if she was Rico's daughter and never a Judge.

Come to think of it, why hadn't Dredd recommended her for the Academy? Fear that his brother's sin would carry through?