Hector stares back, serious for a moment. He nods, perhaps a little too curtly.
"I'll find you. If you need me, I make camp under the underpass that cuts right through the city. Right [here]. Just east of downtown all the freeways merge into one. Thats where I sleep. Where I can here the throb of metal and tarmac, yet still have grass and dirt under my feet. Yeah. Good place."
He sniffs again.
"I'll look for our People too. Get the word out."
I think we are done here. Shall we get this scene into Continuity?