Polite pleasantries, casual conversation, the vague hum like something's charged in the air--but to Tim, that's entirely the slight shift in the weather. He finishes his stretch and nods in agreement. The slight chill of the fog is pleasant, and reminds him as much of home in London as it does of other places he's called home, globetrotting and traveling as he has throughout his life.

"Been a good day for it," he says. "Though I keep getting warned off wandering. Apparently there's monsters about."

Tim shrugs. He hasn't seen any yet--well. None except for the one he used to work for, and Elias Bouchard is hardly as threatening as he likes to appear.