Or whoever's or whatever's running the place. I'm of the opinion it's the City.

[ A sigh. ] If you want to talk theories, I want another drink and somewhere to sit. What do you say?

[ She sounds grumpy, still, but it's starting to soften. Trying to solve a puzzle is somewhat more familiar than existential dread and frustration. And maybe a new Morpheus, or an amnesiac Morpheus, or whatever the hell is going on here, will have new insights. ]