Despite that exceptionally drunk network post, Arno barely hesitates now. Good. China does not smile, but she does look somewhat more pleased. "Now," she says, "and in the sewers. I'll take you to them, so they will know you have my approval, but after that comings and goings should be avoided." Her mouth crimps fractionally in distaste. "My network has not been able to track the whereabouts of some of the Chihuelan soldiers." It sounds, in tone, a lot like be cautious.

This is too valuable to risk. She's already done that enough, with her visit and this next one; she is a noticeable person.

Broadly, more airily, China adds, "And if you happen to have any suggestions for a more secure location, my dear, you're welcome to mention them. Our charming new friends have decried the Midnight Hotel, which I'm sure would be the first choice of Foreigners everywhere."