"And the other half?" 

"Being surrounded by corporate slimeballs."

"Ouch," Morrison says, though it's pretty clear she's not hurt by this. "There are a lot of benefits to this lifestyle, and most of the people working here, who you haven't met yet, are not corporate slimeballs. We do good work here, even with the villainy. But it's getting pretty clear that as fun as this is, it's not something you want to be doing. As I said before, we can look into working something out so you can go be a lumberjack if you want to -- or more likely go back to working as a software engineer if you'd prefer, once the Lombardy Convocation is over. And you do get the five million dollars regardless." 

"We'll see, I guess."

"I know things have gotten off to a rocky start," she says. "And I know you're skeptical. But I do think we can come up with something." 

"There is no possibility of this not being rocky."

"I suppose that's fair," Morrison says, swallowing a bite. "Well, leaving that aside for a moment, do you have further questions about our operations, before we head off to see hydroponics and everywhere else? Since the direction of orientation thus far has been, well, lacking, for you." 

"My question is still 'what are the fucked-up surprises' but who knows, maybe this time you can figure out how to answer it."

"I think we're out of those," she says, grinning a little. "Though who knows, last time I thought so it turned out sentient dolphins was a problem." She thinks for a little bit more. "Chac Four has powerful enough lasers to carve someone's initials into the Sea of Tranquility?" she tries. "I have personally verified this fact. Does that count, or is that too specific?" 

"...did you, personally, graffiti your initials on the moon?"

"There are advantages to working with villains," she tells April, smiling. "And sometimes you need to prove that your services work as advertised, in a way that can be easily verified with nothing more than coordinates and a high-powered telescope. With the added benefit of not actually blowing up a satellite. Though that may not have been the only consideration." She grins again. 

"I can see why you have such a hard time guessing what's going to count as a fucked-up surprise."

"Well then, I guess we'll have to figure things out as we go," she says. She finishes her last bite. "Are you ready?" she asks, swallowing. 

"Does it matter?" She stands up.