"Miguel here," Dixon nodded toward Sevrin, "arrived about ten minutes ago. Knows Eunice. Kathy says he’s here to pick you up." Sevrin, with a grin for Verity, stepped forward, to lay the fog-colored portfolio on the matting at her feet. He unsealed it, pulling out her zipped and folded Muji bag. Reaching in again, he produced something else, folded and black, with casters like the ones on a roll-aboard suitcase.