Argent the shadowrunner’s sitting comfortably in a chair against the far wall of the one-room-and-drekker doss upstairs from the Hole in the Wall. I’d locked all the windows, none of which were big enough for anything more than a rat to squeeze through anyway. Which means Argent must have come in through the single door, somehow moving the wooden chair I’d lodged under the door knob. All without waking me up.