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Masquerading as a pulpy exploitation novel, in reality it's a work of what the Treffe school of psychoanalysts call Vorbewusstseinweh.

Easy

Dante's ticket out. He will need this.

Easy

He was alluding to something.

Easy

One more drink and he won't make it.

Easy

Is he alluding to something?

Medium

You are very lucky that the maestro has your back.

Easy

He must have been going at it for a while.

Medium

He has most likely had between one to seven drinks.

Medium

You extracted a small lump or organic matter. You did not extract the brain.

Easy

A cruel joke, most likely.

Easy

Easy

A man who's fond of things being orderly.

Medium

This is exactly what sane people do.

Easy

It's possible that Yana's intelligence was faulty, and that the old Luzian guy's disappearance had nothing to do with the 'hyper incriminating shit' he said into the payphone.

Medium

The old man was kidnapped for what he knew or had discovered, and you know nothing.

Medium

Spared from catastrophic error by your own incompetency.

Easy

Straight to the basement of the magazine office. You can't be sure, and yet you are.

Medium

Easy

How long dead? How many generations of ministers does this theory implicate?

Easy

An open mind, an unguarded fortress.

Easy

Your red folder.

Easy

Meaning PSEUDOPOD must have brought it here.

Easy

On the contrary, asking the wrong question can hurt quite a lot. Still, a lead is better than no lead.

Challenging

Are you two speaking about the same show?

Medium

Ignatz said she's been huffing photo chemicals.

Medium

The aggressive man said she's been huffing photo chemicals.

Medium

Important? There's only one way she could assess that...

Easy

This woman could be a valuable source of information, if you can prise it from her.

Medium

He's already turned once. He could just as easily do it again.

Formidable

There'll be plenty of time to think of a more personally satisfying answer while you're on the boat. Alone.

Medium

You'll only know it's gone wrong when a body shows up on the other side, punctured and bloody.

Challenging

She has a copy of your pomegranate folder open in front of her. All your patterns and tells: itemised.

Medium

Or, perhaps, a genuine techno-fascist.

Medium

Even more daunting than collecting such a set is the task of arranging and displaying it.

Medium

Did she put her feet up on her desk?

Medium

Except that's the only reason she talks to you.

Trivial

Something she can't just tell you, but she's assuming you can put it together on your own.

Medium

Why the interest in space? Look at it! What's it doing up there? What if it's just a big painting?

Medium

Intense skepticism. She's worried you're developing a logical framework to apply to your own assignment.

Challenging

Could say anything, though. 'Unauthorised speculating' or suchlike.

Easy

Even as your controller is speaking, your mind is settling back into familiar grooves. The old mechanisms slide and click into position.

Challenging

This has to be Reno's pied-a-terre. He's one of the only people in Portofiro who could afford this kind of luxury.

Medium

One door closes, another opens -- there must be another way in.

Medium

Both of those things can't be true.

Medium

Sterile, discreet, professional. This is who you call in when you're paranoid that 'regular help' might molest the contents of your apartment.

Easy

No one abandons shrimp like that for long.

Easy

That padlock is under sustained physical pressure. Its collapse is not far.

Challenging

Look, his hair's a bigger catastrophe than usual -- he just stuck his head out of the window.

Medium

Objectively true. She is all but a professional narc.

Easy

You have just been attacked by unknown assailants at the bottom of this silo.