He comes back in a matter of minutes, bringing his tablet, and he can't quite believe there would ever come a day when he was glad to have it. He takes a seat on the sofa, dark green and plush, with carved wooden legs that look as close to organic as they can be without being raw chunks of wood.

That was Glitch's idea to. The organic theme.

"Now, I told you he's got a mouth on him," he says, scrolling through the archives, eyes searching for the right broadcasts, the right conversations. He's not about to share everything, but a few little somethings. Safe somethings, not too private.

"Here. I forgot to tell you he's got a temper too. He curses worse than a Sin District bouncer." He gives her the tablet, touching the screen to make one of Paul's more memorable broadcasts come back to life all over again. And one of the responses...they'll look at that one too.

He'd told him he was interested that day. Almost a full annual ago, looking at the date stamp.