Cisco looked a little battered, with one fading black eye, a few visible cuts and bruises, and a split lip, but he still got that smile out just fine. He shook Ethan's hand, a soft, pleasant shake, warmer than your average. "Francisco Delgado. Nice to meet you in person. Listen, I'm going to head off that way. There will probably be more people along, I think they're doing concentric circles. Or, I guess that's how I would do it. I guess I don't know for sure." Cisco turned, shrugging in his heavy jacket and squinting through the rain. He went around the edge of the fence to the point where the hole began, and then limped off in a line away from the playground.