<strong>Ysabel and Alexi</strong><br/><br/>The man in the pink jacket shrugs.  (This close, you both notice that it isn't a tie he's wearing: it's a noose.  Black silk, finely woven.  Odd choice for a personal fashion statement.)<br/><br/>"Yeah, well, I hate to break it to you, Dorothy, but this ain't Hamburg.  And if a man who has the tradecraft to back up his claim wants to call himself Yazkov, who am I to question?  Hell, he could call himself Genghis Khan and nobody around here would so much as shrug.  You get used to it after a while.  Anyway, like I said, we got a meeting.  Get yourselves collected and let's go grab us a jitney up to Sunken."