I know that the community isn't quiet. I get the feeling that there's more beyond what I've delved into during my time here. Most of my efforts have been spent on tracking that last individual down in Rapture, or making sure that each one of my wards is carefully looked after, or maintaining my image as Wayne and trying to gain the confidence of those more involved in the effort to find a way off the island. The idea that there's more I haven't seen isn't surprising; it's also not my greatest curiosity.

"Which is what's letting us chat right now," I add, glad for the ambient noise around us of lingering conversations and clinking china. Gazing off to the side, I rest my elbows on the table, threading my fingers together and pressing them against my lip. "I was wondering when we would after you spotted me in the jungle that time."