"Obviously," Alexei replied, "though looking at them now I can't say there's much urgency to it anymore." He whipped out his notebook, jotting down a cliff notes version of all the events that had so far transpired, with particular attention given to whom had done what and how. "Your assistance was appreciated, though unnecessary. There was no reason to endanger yourself like that, but you'll all likely receive a commendation when I've reported this story to the administration. Save for Mr. Rat man. As per our agreement, you'll be left out of my report though I advise you file for a proper residence from the Housing Bureau. There's no excuse for vagrancy in the Tsar's Yekaterina."

He presented the page he had been writing on the Kakra without giving it to her, and held out his pen. "Could I get your name for my report, Mr..." He cocked a curious eyebrow while looking at her and glanced down briefly. "Ah. I beg your pardon, Miss. Along with you. Yes, you, the Sir with the farming implement, if you please." He shook the pen in Ivan's direction. "Quickly, if you would. I would like to track down that pilot before I'm thrown in detention for this troll debacle."

It was around this time that he began to notice a glow washing over the area. He looked up, only to see a light like the sun had fallen from the sky and landed in the outdoor dining area. "Oh what fresh hell is that?"