XQuinn: If we open the door we should at least get a little -- oh. You.
Franz: Ms. Estevez! I haven't seen you all night! Why, we must have been missing each other somehow all along! But I recommend staying indoors. This whole thing appears to be some kind of organized gang activity. Kitty Feuerborn has had all kinds of valuables go missing -- they've had to sedate her, poor thing.
Riley: Really?
Franz: Yes, re--
Riley: Because I can't think of any gangs with the gall to operate in Uptown, offhand.
Quinn: True. Thorn's lot usually stay clear, don't they?
Franz: ... I don't think there's any cause for great alarm, and of course I'll be here to protect you.
Quinn: Well, that's very kind, Franz, but I think I can scream like a little girl at least as effectively as you. Of course, if our primary source of information is Kitty Feuerborn we're automatically looking at a tempest in a teapot, but...
Riley: -- but there aren't many people who'd operate out of Thorn's graces, and most of them aren't organized enough to pull off an Uptown hit.
Franz: Ah, I think you may be overanalyzing this just a--
Quinn: Unless Thorn himself has decided to move against Uptown.
Riley: In which case we may as well just hit the punch bowl and hope we're too drunk to know when he kills us all.
Franz: Right. Lawyers. I was forgetting.