Arlene counts silently and absentmindedly on her long, gloved fingers as she considers it. "Well... let's see. Tonight people from Gateway are here and that... hippie commune? The thing in New Zealand? I don't know a lot about it but I heard a lot of people like us moved out there after the Invasion. I also saw a group..." she gestures toward the Infinita folks that have arrived this evening, "...and I don't know where they're all from."

She fluffs her hair a little bit. "I'm like a spokeswoman," she says proudly. "I can't talk about it too much here, but it's a great job. Better than any I've ever had, probably."