The Circle of Creation was an interesting place. It either offered the solace of silence, a shield protecting from the noise of the city, allowing one to collect one's thoughts, process the events of the day. Or it featured some of the craziest mages in the western hemisphere, promising the unfold of an interesting discussion... perhaps even more.
The thick walls and doors of the cathedral prevent him from hearing any meaningful fragments of the conversation of those gathered. There were his cabalmates (thankfully, one of them didn't have her signature gun in sight), the head mystagogue and... who is this guy?
"Hey, boss." he waves at Campanella. The wave gets transferred to the other three he knows. "Hey, people."
The new arrival is approached, and a hand is extended in a welcoming gesture. "Vigil, is it? Oculus, a Shaman and a mystagogue. If Sacramento was your Point B... what was your point A?" He doesn't appear inquisitorial in any measure, it's rather clear he just wants to make some pleasant ice-breakers.
Wait, wasn't Chariot also a Necromancer Talon? A Circle of Creation, indeed.