"I'd be greatly surprised if more didn't surface eventually; this city is a magnet for impossible odds." But since Sato herself hadn't seen hide or hair since electricity stopped fantasy, well, she could relate to the tone.
"He's still in ICU but not on respirator," she said, briskly sliding into business mode. "We need to have him out and into the van--" A nod at vehicle parked silently across the street. "--without too much alarm. They can fire rockets and bang drums when he's gone, but he needs to be out and away from here before the night's end. It'll at least an hour's driving to the plane--well, never mind that."
"I've never been here," Sato added. "You'll have to lead. If there's interference, well, that'd be unfortunate. I can go unnoticed but the advantage doesn't extend to any fleshy baggage; we'll have to hope nobody notices us." She paused before adding with maddening cheerfulness: "And he'll probably won't want to come along quietly. Actually, I doubt he'll want to come at all. Last time we met he shot me in the shoulder--leg, no, shoulder. Definitely shoulder. Right one, I think."