The scene turns back to Valvadine, Larson, and Fulton.
Valvadine: Cyrus? Weren't you instructed in my letter to not involve third parties?
Fulton: Not to worry. He's very discrete.
Larson: He's an information broker, and the best in the business.
Valvadine: And he knows everything?
Fulton: No, but he almost does.
Larson: He's got a photographic memory.
Fulton: He memorized the layout of the entire undercity.
Valvadine: I see... so he'll know of a good hideout.
Larson: Yep, but just one problem.
Fulton: He lives topside.
Larson: We gotta go out in public to meet him.
Valvadine: Do you boys have a problem with my sorceress robes?
Fulton: Not it!
Larson: Thanks a lot
Larson: Yes, your robes are a problem. They are clearly Vancarian, so if you are seen in them, they will arouse suspicion and attract unwanted attention. Did that not occur to you before you came here?
Valvadine: My robes are no small source of pride, but you raise a good point. I have never had to go out in public in past operations, so I will defer to your judgement.
Valvadine: Although, I am a little surprised. I thought you were going say that my robes would offend the local prudes.