The main screen behind Crowley's back is flickering with gaudy colours and strategic lighting. Some manner of red carpet event is being covered, and an overdressed reporter is gushing away beneath the muted music. Abruptly, her practiced smile gains a few hundred watts of flattering admiration, and she flits through the light crowd until her hand closes on the arm of a very expensive suit.

"So tell me..."

But the volume is very low, and the Tams aren't paying much attention to some society broadcast.

Nothing to see here.