Unfortunate. [ Wolfe's least-angry expression can be described as "dour" on a good day; he scowls, glaring toward one of the tacky centerpieces placed on one of the tables. ] We will have to wait and see what information we can learn in coming days.

[ Because there is no way in Santi's Christian hell that he is leaving the gala for the shadows tonight. He doesn't sneak around when it comes to corrupt autocracies—he leaves that sort of thing to Brightwell and Santi. And sure, maybe they don't know if the power structure here is subject to the same sorts of abuse as the Library's was... but Wolfe has been burned in the past. He's not risking it, especially not tonight. ]

We haven't met yet. Your name?