Camden didn't understand why his clients seemed to think that having the ability to keep things from detection somehow automatically made him capable of everything under the sun, from teleportation to spinning straw into gold (his personal favorite). The former, however, was the concern at the moment. One of his more wealthy employers needed him and the very valuable object in his possession across the world in an impossible amount of time. Now, normally, Cam might have blown the idea off, but when someone offered you numbers in the six figures, you tended to bend your rules a little.
Which was why he was searching for her. He didn't know much about her, other than her supposed name and that she was apparently tiny and Asian (always the innocent-looking ones who were the most nefarious, wasn't it?) and that she was supposed to be there.
Camden had been lingering for a while before he finally spotted her. She looked normal enough, minus the occasional suspicious gaze that gave her away. He approached her nonchalantly, settling down on the stone of the fountain next to her a safe distance away. "Nice flowers," he mused, smirking slightly. "Special occasion?"