Their stares of mutual incomprehension lengthened.  Miss Koudelka put in, "If I may offer an interpretation, Mark, I believe Madame Suzuki and her friends feel just as strongly about Kibou's poor being shut out of their chance at the future as you feel about the Jacksonian clones being shut out of their chance at a future.  Or they wouldn't have been running this place as a protest for more years than you've been running the Durona group."  She turned to Suze-san.  "Mark, and Dr. Durona for that matter, were both raised on Jackson's Whole, where one must hustle constantly to survive, and there is seldom margin to think of others.  They're both getting over it, slowly.  I suggest we all take the chance to consider the wider aspects of this while we look around.  Mark and I hoped to inspect the place before our first meeting with Mr. Fuwa."

Suze-san sat back, looking strange and stern.  "And if not . . .?"

Lord Mark shrugged.  "Then we'll just have to meet with Fuwa without your input."

Suze-san's eyes narrowed.  "Think you hold all the cards, do you?"

Miss Koudelka said, "It's hardly such a zero-sum game.  A cooperative venture might yield major advantages to all, according to their varied needs."

"Yes," said Suze-san slowly, "I need to think."  She sat forward and jammed the cork into the top of her square bottle with a hand that shook slightly.  "Tenbury, take 'em around.  Let them see whatever they like."

Tenbury nodded and pushed off the wall.  "Follow me, then, folks . . ."

They all shuffled out after Tenbury, except for Suze-san and the old medtech, who bent their heads together before the door even shut.  Out in the corridor, Jin edged close to Consul Vorlynkin, and whispered up to him, "What did they mean?  I didn't understand any of that.  Why was Suze-san mad?"

They trailed the group not quite out of earshot.  Vorlynkin rubbed his knuckles across his lips, looked down at Jin, and lowered his voice.  "If Lord Mark has the money, and I gather he does, he could buy this facility outright and there would be nothing Madame Suzuki could do about it.  He could do—well, not anything, because he'd pick up liability for all those cryo-corpses downstairs, but in theory he could clear out all the live people here as trespassers and dump them back on the street."

"That's not right!" said Jin indignantly.

Miss Koudelka cast him a glance over her shoulder, and a funny smile.  Jin blushed furiously.

"I'm not sure that's quite what he has in mind," murmured Vorlynkin, "but I guess we'll have to see."

Jin frowned, trying to sort it all out.  "How come Miles-san is Lord Vorkosigan, and his brother is Lord Mark, if their last names are both Vorkosigan?"