Ignascio is starting to understand what's going on here. And a part of him isn't surprised at all. Even so, he would never be cruel to someone who is trying this hard for understanding.

"Gannon. Out," Rivas states, a finger at the door they came through.

"But I--"

"I'm not going to do anything, I just want to talk with him without a peanut gallery."

"Hey," Arcade protests. "You don't know the past couple of days I had."

"Did you stay up for two nights regulating the power to Goodsprings?"

"Well. No. But--"

"Then talk to me when you do. Neil." Arcade dismissed utterly, Ignascio heads for the side room, that he still thinks of as his private office. "This way."

Arcade gapes for a minute, then throws his hands up. "You might as well. Like I said, he's a good sort. I'll just wait outside. Again. At least there's no prostitutes this time...."

"Too much information," Rivas calls from the other room.