Cara was with her, walking alongside, hands thrust in her pockets and head down. She'd picked up a tan army jacket somewhere. Freid seemed to be saying something to her, but Chase couldn't hear the words over the protesting engine of the air-cushion vehicle. Cara glanced at it once as they passed, but Willie was half-buried in the engine housing. She looked down again, nodding at something Freid said. The mage patted her on the shoulder, then quickened her already long stride.