"All right," she replies slowly. "A group, then. Running a company. You believe they are angry about Lorena Station falling apart, and then - they decided to blackmail me?"

It's possible. She hesitates, and then nods. "Probably Victorian. I don't remember if he mentioned it, but he used a Guy Fawkes reference."

She sets down the mug carefully, but it still makes a sound on the table. Mostly drowned out by the crowd. "What are you suggesting that I do?"