Caspar is busy dumping out the offending beverage when Reynard approaches. He gives the man -- his outfit and his attitude -- a skeptical look. Who comes up to a stranger and offers to take him somewhere with a folksy flourish?

Someone in the Nexus, he supposes with a sigh. The taste of that bargain bin coffee still in his mouth, he shrugs and follows without protest. "Where we headed? The Shopping District?"