Ah, good. Roland stands and ignores the way his knees pop at the motion, walks toward Signless and ignores the noises of surprise from a couple hiding places to his left. His own coat's less decorated but still fashionable, its cut full of points and angles, because it's less effort in this city to give in and occasionally be a little bit fashionable.

Most importantly, it has pockets. Not false ones, like the ones on all Panem's damned jeans, but working pockets, just big enough to hold what he needs kept in them. "Signless," Roland says, catching up to him. Don't worry on how he might have seemed to just appear. He wasn't tracking Signless through the city and then hiding out for a quarter of an hour to speak to him. It's all very casual here. Totally seeing each other by chance. "I know how busy you've been, but I've something long overdue to give you. Do you have a spare minute before your next meeting?"