They startle, pulled from their surreptitious conversation by the new voice. The man standing beside them is young, but he doesn't look like the kids they'd seen at Red Camp. He's dressed in a nice suit and looks like he means business.

"Uh, yeah, actually," they say, leaning into Graham's gentler, more unassuming tone of voice. Discretion seems like the better part of valor, here. "You don't happen to have any idea where we are, do you?"