Justine's head canted to the side, dark hair spilling over her thin pale shoulders. Her eyes flicked to his phone and then to her own which was held safely in the palm of her hand. Her movements were slow but deliberately so. She was aware of not just Luke but those bustling around them as well.

She typed in her name, each letter accented by the soft click of her nail against the plastic device. J. U. S. T. I. N. E.

The location flickered on the screen before she tilted her chin to look back up at Luke. "Thank you." She didn't mind the toga but she missed her heels. "Could I know my helpers name?"