Katmandu

When she knocked on his door it was opened by a bald, big, hardlooking fellow in white shirt, black suit and tie – and since she knew what to look for she spotted both the bodyarmour and two guns in shoulderholsters (one large caliber under his right arm (for armoured oppontents, she guessed) and a smaller under his left arm). 'He has been waiting for you. Please enter and leave any and all weapons to my partner.' Quicksilver (quite obviously) didn't carry any weapons, yet she had to suffer the fellow groping her breasts and other privates while searching her.
 A man in a black tie suit and a Irish walking-cape that propably could hide a PantherCannon and her grandmother suddenly entered the hallway. He had black wavy hair that was combed back to look like a black and shiny, short and intense fire. His eyes where sharp and framed with frail black eyeliner. For some reason she could never, even though she several times promised herself that she would look for it the next time, remember the colour of these commanding eyes. He walked up to the fellow who had been cupping a feel when searching for weapons and simply said 'You can pack your things and go. I have no need of men who can not respect my house.'

 Quicksilver and Aleph Nim walked into a huge office filled with with books and art. There was a fireplace with a mantle filled with gods and saints, magic stones and incense, flowers and candles. He bid her sit in the lushious coach by the fireplace, prepared a steaming cup of blackcurrant toddy with rum and 'erby spices. Then he joined her in the couch, taking nothing for himself. She found herself telling more than planned, but never found reason to regret her indiscretion. Together they arranged for Padme and Thomas Hobbes travels from Seol to Katmandu. No camera saw their passing – they where like ghosts, and Padmes trail whent straight to her hometown somewhere by the coast in the arctic regions of Europe.