"Maybe if I can get Tom to play lookout," she mutters, then stands and stretches. "Okay, well, I'll handle this. Thank you Stephen."

She grabs her coffee and heads down the hall toward her room, pausing only to speak to an Avox. "I need sleeping pills, please," she tells it, because even if Molotov doesn't entirely disapprove of the system, she's not going to be rude just because she can. She figures she can answer a few emails before her pills arrive and she conks out for the day.

As the Avox scurries away, she puts in a call to Tom. Who knows if Holly plans to be as generous as Stephen?