"It's a job," says Viana, jumping into the bed right beside him, seemingly with no qualms about sitting right next to the target, as she turns on the hologram entertainment display. There is some sort of sports match taking place on the screen, with the roar of a cheering audience, and the players all moving in a blur (the score is three to two), but she changes it almost immediately, the image never staying on screen for more than a few seconds before it flickers to the next channel. Eventually, she settles on, strangely enough, a cooking show. They're preparing something that doesn't look vaguely appetizing in the least (all those legs). "We told you that already."

"Can't talk too much about it," Evan chimes in, pouring himself a cup of brownish, clear liquid. It doesn't look alcoholic, but it's hard to tell, these days. "Kind of hush-hush, you know?" He throws Bentley a smile - they seem to come easily to him.