XIsidro's phone: *bing bing*
Isidro: Kamada here.
Fausto: Blackout crew, eh? Suits him. Tell him he's to come have a beer with me someplace we ain't got la chienne verte (
the green bitch) glarin' at us.
Elroy: He's a lot nicer than Ana.
Fausto: Oui. So's a hurricane.
Travis: Your friend -- he's a friendly sort? Open-minded?
Fausto: Ana always said if you put your ear to Zeke's and didn't here the ocean, it'd be somebody else's damfool notions sloshin' around. 's kinda
like open-minded. But I never knew him cruel, if that's what you mean. Zeke's a good kid. Why?
Travis: Just -- I know someone who could use a friend right now, and I'm not having much luck --
Isidro: Too little too late.
Travis: Sir?
Isidro: You called it, Neuman. Your girl's done a runner. By the time we pinged her tracker, she was a good mile away. The team won't intercept her before she hits the Wharves.
Travis: The
Wharves? But they'll -- but if we follow her in after curfew --
Isidro: Well, what do you recommend?
Travis:
Me?Isidro: You know her. You paid attention when we weren't. You came to me thinking she might do something stupid, and you were right. As far as I'm concerned this is your operation.
Travis: But...
Isidro: Calling us a car would be a safe start.
Travis: ... You call the car, sir. I -- I need to fetch a friend.