Nate went straight for the bar cart in the corner without being asked. He poured fast, no wasted motion, four drinks built in the time it took the others to sit down. He left the fifth glass empty in front of Arianne, water instead, no comment attached to the choice.
Franz took the seat beside her. Gilbert and Julian took the two across, and nobody spoke right away, the day finally catching up to all four of them at once now that there was nowhere left to be.
"Someone start," Nate said, dropping into the last chair with his own glass.
Julian went first, laying out the shape of the afternoon the way he'd have briefed a client, clean and chronological. The panel. The swarm afterward. Franz walking in and pulling the room off Arianne. None of it news to the two people who'd lived it, but Nate needed the frame before the details meant anything.
"There's a piece missing," Arianne said, once Julian finished. "Before the session. Rafael cornered me in the side corridor."
