Midnight's quite all right. It's a title in itself, a callsign. You aren't in my corps, either, so you wouldn't have reason to call me Operator.

[ Meaning that Midnight doesn't go by his actual name... Not that that seems to bother him much. If anything, by the way he finds an alcove behind a bookcase, and looks at its cozy arrangement of sofas and tables next to a wide window overlooking the Vale, it seems like he's quite happy to look toward whatever's next, to leave the past to the past. ]

Let's have a seat. I'm not sure if this is open enough for you, but then again, I'm not sure if you're waiting for another guest.

[ Midnight doesn't look all that put out by the idea, either. The more, the merrier, as far as he's concerned. ]