Kip found his way to the alcohol table, poured himself a glass of cognac and threw it back in one gulp. His nerves were burning and he needed to relax if he was to look somewhat respectable in front of everyone else. He poured himself another glass and turned back to the room. There were 6 people here now. They probably got the same letter as Kip did. Maybe the Rabbit was a collector of sorts. The thought that someone who watched men suffocate for a living could even have such an innocent a hobby like token collecting disturbed Kip. 

The Rabbit had suggested that all the guests should get to know each other. Hey, might find something out about the others. Kip found a cushioned chair and took a seat with his drink and watched the others chat.