"I'm calling Providence for a lift back to base," Cesar says as-a-matter-of-fact-ly, standing up from the bench. The cold iron hasn't been very kind to him, but he hides the stiffness by moving slowly.

"You should probably move along before they arrive," Cesar adds, touching his earpiece. "Cesar to Providence."

There is a pause. Cesar turns away a little, touching the earpiece again, and leaving his hand up this time. "Providence?"