Man 1: Please follow me to your quarters.
Woman 1: The Admiral served the Navy under the Empress, but something happened with the Lord Regent that drove the Admiral out if I understand it right.
Is the man dangerous?
Man 1: Yes.
Woman 1: Okay, if the Admiral trusts him then so will I.
Man 2: Log entry 14. It seems we've moved to a new phase. Martin's improvisations have born fruit. The former bodyguard has been freed and is en route to the staging location, the Pendleton's voting block and my military connections. All we've lacked is the ability to reject lethal force in a controlled manner against the previously inaccessible ... Ah, to the point, we need a man who can kill the bastards for us. The corporal was more than capable of that I have no doubt. End log. Is this off? Switch, switch, where the hell is it?
Lydia: My, you must be Corvo. I'm Lydia, at your service. Your room is upstairs and ready. When they told me who it was, well, I thought you'd be older like the Admiral.
I'm sorry it's so dark. We can't risk being seen. It is a bit romantic though, isn't it?
Woman 2: Admiral Havelock made it very clear that we aren't to carry lamps outside.
Man 2: You don't know what I mean.
Woman 3: Did you do that?
Man 3: Pleased to meet you, Master Corvo. I saw you in court in happier days, but you might not remember. I was once a close ally to the Lord Regent, Hiram Burrows, back when he was just the spy master. He's one manipulative bastard. I can tell you that.
Man 4: My furnishings have been installed at last with no small amount of complaint by that antiquated boatman. The others have no idea what it's like to suffer as I have. Speaking of which, Wallace, please bring two bottles of Dunwall Red, never mind which. Fetch a clean glass. Well, I'll begin again tomorrow.