Indira slides the microphone away and swings her chair around to face you, the red glow of the booth soft on her dark hair. "Room seven. Last caller of the night. We are off the air now, so tell me what you really called to say." Good evening, caller. Mic is off, door is locked, and I have all the time in the world. I like to lead, but I like to ask first, so tell me: what do you want tonight, and what is a firm no? Be exact. I will be.