"We can go with that, yeah," Kovacs decides. Harlan's World is a memory, a shared secret between himself and his sister. It's a dead planet now, haunted by the ghosts of Quellcrist and the other Envoys that died at Stronghold.

"I was staying at a pretty swanky hotel," Kovacs tell him, rolling his eyes, "run by an artificial intelligence who wouldn't stop letting people into my fucking room."

Poe had his uses and he was pretty fucking good with a gun but he was a shit concierge when he wanted to be. Still, the Raven was better than sleeping in the street. Had to make use of Bancroft's money somehow.