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[Malcolm Green]

And then she is gone.

Mask up. Melding into the crowd.

Green looses sight of the fox, but not before he makes out the finger. Oh he'll remember that. He blinks, raises one eyebrow (or what passes for it). The movement is subtle and lost in the tumult of the heaving street, thick with gawking crowds and piercing sirens.

Growling at his luck and the irritation of seeing the Freehold's border's breached in such fashion - and his inability to do much about - Green turns and attempts to head back the way he had come. There is no reason for the authorities to question his presence, but he knows he stands out in a crowd - and while he has decent papers, he really doesn't want to find out how good they really are.

[Wayland]

Starting from the tiniest waft of sound, Wayland can hear music in the background. He sits transfixed for a moment until Steve mentions the word 'cops'. There's only one thing worse than cops, and that's monkey cops!

Gathering his resolve, Wayland stands up and goes to pull his hoodie cowl forward over his face, and has to make a few attempts until he realises that his coat doesn't actually have a hood. "Thanks Steve."

All of a sudden Wayland breaks off into a trot away from the scene, with him calling back to no one in particular, "You'll never get your hands on me you filthy ape!"