He hooked the lantern on a rope that dangled from the ceiling, and set it swaying gently. Shadows swam the walls. "[We don’t live here. Under no circumstances would one keep appropriated materials in one’s regular domicile. Any serious commercial fencing operation is also quite difficult, thanks to time-based currencies, the informant network, panoptic tracing measures, and other means of gerontocratic oppression. So my comrades and I use this area as our joint storeroom, and occasionally we sleep with women in it.]"