He had been dancing with a rather sweet elderly Kedan who was keen on the finer points of chess. Had being the operative word. Never had Klaus seen someone cut into a dance so smoothly and the elderly lady tottered off back to her friends, more amused than offended.

"Mister Rue from the network, I take it?" Klaus asked, recovering magnificently from his small bout of surprise. They'd spoken only twice and he'd seen him around the hotel, but the mask was unmistakable.