Poe: The Raven's atmosphere shifts to something more intimate as shadows deepen and hidden spaces reveal themselves Welcome to the real gathering, my dear guests. I've disabled recording protocols and activated privacy fields. What happens here... well, you understand.

Kovacs: lights a cigarette, smoke curling around his scarred features Fucking finally. Tired of pretending we're all civilized. Half of you I've killed, the other half I've fucked, and some of you are both.

Reileen: laughs darkly Still so crude, brother. But you're not wrong. We're all monsters here, aren't we?

Miriam: runs a finger along the rim of her glass The question is... what are we going to do about it?