When Siri meets Wolfgang outside the bar, her hair is still slightly damp from her swim. She's dressed casually in a grey tunic and long pants, with sandals on her feet. She should be chilly, but she doesn't show any sign of it.

"My grandmother used to tell me stories," she says by way of greeting, as she comes close enough to speak without raising her voice. It's a little bit like confirming what's already been whispered in their circles. "All right?" Siri smiles when she asks, concern genuine, if she's not interested strictly in his well-being.