A bit over a year, [Steven says, sipping his cappucino unconcerned.] Fourteen months, I'd say. We haven't had a new otherworlder on the Team since just before Christmas--ah, that was Lanque.

[Another sip. Although his expression remains benign, Steven's watching Risotto closely over his cup.]

You should be nearly finished with your week of training, according to personnel. Do you want me to pick you up some street clothes for you from the department store? I'll charge it to the Team--they've got an account there under an assumed name.