[ Something about the new guy definitely reminds Gus of Iona, and he figures that he must be someone Iona knows, or is related to— did he see a photograph when he was at Iona's house? He vaguely remembers, though Claude's probably the one that would recall it with more accuracy, he was too busy tinkering with all the gadgets.

Chin propped on his forearms (his manners foregone for the moment), Gus tips his head to the side, steadies his breathing. ]

There wasn't a good part. The one time I tried to sneak past security, Evange— a scary lady caught me halfway down the street and made me spend the whole day modeling dresses as punishment...

[ The woes of being Gus. ]