Skater nodded. A lot of the joints between his ideas appeared seamless as he smoothed them out. Despite the exhaustion slamming into him from the frenetic activity of the night before and the day-long schedule of running and fighting, his mind had slid into that twilight of clear-headedness independent of physical body. "Somebody else—Renraku, Yamatetsu, Mitsuhama— some-fragging-body would have been tripping all over this piece of biz with Fuchi."