Moments stretched as Aeneas waited. Awareness grew increasingly sensitive: to the sound of his quiet breathing; to the cars driving past; to the subtle pop of transforming bone and the shriek of metal. The Irraka's eyes bounced all over the place.
Not quite what he expected but he saw his allies point. Still... three by a lone van could be seen as loitering. Together, they stood out from the background too much.
Eyes narrowing, head hunching into his shoulders, the Menina slipped behind the cover afforded by another dormant vehicle in the parking lot. The bird spirit could wait - and in any case Chris and Bridger were covering the van. That left the curious group of people Aeneas spied: suspicious people; people doing things. Could they be the owners of the van?
Only one way to find out.
The Irraka padded silently across to group, eyes and ears alert.