One year...

[He's not exactly looking at the camera, but it's obvious that this isn't an accidental video, either. He's addressing whoever's out there listening or watching, sitting at a cluttered desk with a cup of tea in hand.]

Is one meant to celebrate having been here for a year, or complain about it? If celebration is the answer, does anyone have any recommendations for how that's best done? If complaining's the answer, well, I think I've got that one pretty well figured out.

[A sip of tea, then a personable smile.]

And I suppose I should take this opportunity to announce that there'll be a party at the casino at the end of the month. Marguerite arranged it, so any blame for what happens should be placed on her shoulders. We certainly hope to see you all there.

[And then he goes to shut the video off, but it still manages to capture another muttered...]

One whole goddamned year...