Rabastan allowed her to take her time admiring the outer facade of the building. She watched a few tourist children frolic in the marble floor fountain, shrieking their delight when the jets squirted them. The gravel-lined geometrical designs on the upper stores were very of their time. She looked over to point out a design to Rabastan and noticed him looking around, searching, "Bas, what...?" Then she saw him, standing with his back to them, also scanning the crowd. "Bas, why is Marcus Flint here?" her eyes narrowed suspiciously.