"No, I don’t. If they do, we’ll simply call the local police. It would be scandalous for us—this is, after all, a very confidential meeting—but worse scandal, I think, for them." She placed fork and knife neatly across her plate. "We know there’s some small risk. But Rizome has no private army. No fellows in dark glasses with briefcases full of cash and handguns. That’s out of style." Her eyes flashed briefly. "We have to pay for that luxury of innocence, though. Because we have no one to take our risks for us. We have to spread the danger out, among Rizome associates. Now it’s your turn. You understand. Don’t you?"