Suitably ushered over to the table, he took his chair--so clearly marked since the newspapers were ranged around it. Glancing down at the address on one, marked not with his first or middle name, but rather his initials and surname, he frowned at thinking he might need to cancel them to prevent the rest of the building from finding out who he was, and discussing that in their horrible little forum posts. "Ed!" Daniel looked up with surprise. He had heard of Ed, and said something extremely uncomplimentary in Italian about his ancestry and private habits. Then he continued, ignoring her gentle inquiry about her elephantine metaphor, "What does Ed know about you?"