"For the moment." He sits up straight. The thoughtful air’s gone, and he’s all biz again. The consummate shadowrunner. "I’ll set Peg, my decker, on your Timothy Telestrian connection," he says, "but it might take a while. Decking into the Tir’s not an easy proposition. Twelve hours minimum, I’d guess." I raise an eyebrow at that. This Peg must be nova-hot. My guess would have been more like a few days. "Have you got a safe place to flop in the mean-time?"