"Pull up legs," Sevrin said. The torso settled onto the casters. He stood, hooked his hand into a handle on the case’s back, and raised it, on a black, telescoping rod. He tilted the drone back and rolled it a few feet, toward the snack table, and stood it upright, Verity following. "Put this on," he said to her, taking a folded black garment she hadn’t seen before from the table. She put her snacks down, took it from him, and shook it out. A multiply oversized black hoodie, which she then zipped on over her jacket. "And these," passing her a pair of black sunglasses. "Bring the charger," he said to Dixon.