Aziz keyed in a series of commands, muttering as he did. "Hmm. We’ll use Masaki’s apartment as your current address, and I’ll say you’re employed at my shop. That should do it . . ." He called her over and had her stand in front of the pickup camera, then told her to sit down again. After a moment or two, the printer scrolled out hard copy. He tore it from the unit and handed it to Pita with a flourish.