Neither have I, he thinks to himself, wry. But that's not the kind of thing to say out loud, here.

"I don't mind. The next time the girl calls the network I'll try to arrange a meeting with her, to talk."

He pauses before an apartment building that looks like it's the remnants of three others shoved together. It's where he lives, but he doesn't say that just yet, not wanting to accidentally chase Nazca off if the conversation isn't over.