We all get brought in during events like that. For the anonymity, you know? They throw us out into the crowd, drive off, nobody sees anything 'cause they're too distracted by a party or some other thing.

[It's a well-known pattern by now: Cain appeared in the rave, and then there were other celebrations to follow, from the convention to Oktoberfest to Halloween. Perhaps one anomaly was New Tokyo, but that just proved their captors know where they are. Know where the new arrivals need to be. Passed off, intentional and methodical.

Reaching with one hand, he pops another of the meat appetizers into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. A sip of whiskey washes it down.]

So, curiosity satisfied for all this? [He gestures to the club at large.] Or are you counting down the seconds to get out of here?