[He opens his own bottle in the meantime and takes a swig immediately. Despite his small stature, Andersen's more than capable of handling his alcohol.]

I can't deny this place could do with some renovations.

[Though this theatre is buried beneath dust and darkness, he can still see traces of its former glory. The gold-trimmed curtains, the comfortable furniture in this room, old posters of shows no longer playing. It depresses him.]

My ideal workplace shall always be indoors with a hot mug of coffee and central heating. But I'm a man accustomed to working in all sorts of conditions. This is far from the filthiest place I've relaxed in.

[He leans back in his chair.]

Your paranoia is not completely unfounded, given what I've heard about Dorchacht.