Ah, here's where things get unfamiliar. Private conversations suit the warden perfectly. Everything that happens as soon as he steps out of the car? Not so much.

Both their doors are opened for them, and Muldoon hands off the keys before offering his arm to Midge. He's never been to this part of the city, or to a building like this. It looks like it could be a hotel, but more private, for the upper echelon only. The two of them are guided along to a sprawling room filled with well dressed people, mostly of the older generation. Midge might feel Muldoon get tense as he looks around, trying to see past the expensive suits and glistening jewellery to see if there's a quiet spot out of the way he can hide in.

Instead a familiar face appears from the crowd, a short, white haired man with a cane and a smile full of character. "Robert! There you are! And you brought a friend!" Muldoon doesn't get a chance to say anything before Midge is offered a hand for a warm, firm shake. "John Hammond, delighted to meet you."

"John is my boss, and the reason we're here tonight," Muldoon finally gets in. "John, this is Miriam Maisel."