"Sophie, it appears I owe someone a case of the Bombay Blues. Put two on my tab, will you? Oh, and a case of Old Crow as well. I feel hungry.
"Here's a case of fresh Canarian Primos for the lads, Sophie. See they get distributed and lit properly, please; and tab another 10K for your troubles.
"Hood, quit staring at me as if I were a ghost. Yes, I know my arse won't fit in a fighter. It's all these late-night meetings and cross-sector calls, bloody lag! Nothing but rich appetizers and champagne.
"I'll be glad when I can roll all this up and turn it over to Sophie Deux. Gods I miss the Mangelwurzel!
"Sorry, Hood, gotta run. Onca! Guys! Off the table, put the sticks away. We need to work out some orbital mechanics here, and I'm a visual person."