Speaking of acquaintances, one leggy porn-scene starlet he happens to know from the Vault (and the Network) is making her way over to say hello. Her heels' click on the floorboards does precede her, but it's not easy to hear, given the din in the Apache tonight. She flashes Charles a broad, friendly smile.

"It's been a while, hasn't it? It's good to see you--" And her gaze lands on the sheaf of papers in his hands. She recognizes them instantly; she couldn't not, given their contents, how many times she's poured over them, all the work she's done to try to keep them out of the wrong hands.

Her expression has faded to something like a vulnerable alarm, a sort of aching nostalgia.

"--and I see," she says, voice steady, despite the look in her eyes, "you've got quite a haul from the gods."