So now I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I see Box draw himself up as close to his full height as the ceiling allows, and I do the same myself. We see four people: Vladimir and three others. I don’t stare—got to be polite here—but I do give them what scrutiny I can via my peripheral vision. Vladimir’s talking quietly to a tall, thin elf in a corp-style suit that probably cost almost as much as my bike. Handsome guy, this elf—young (of course), but with a real serious air about him, like he’s seen a frag of a lot in his life. Definitely corp.