How long Wu had been down there was unclear; he certainly hadn't spoken up at the first sight of Evan. No, he'd just lurked in the shadows of walkway corners, dark eyes roving the courtyard from side to side and confirming again and again that Evan was the only one out. If the cameras were down and no patrol could be organized so late? Wu would do what he had to.
When he did announce himself, it was in the sharp sound of a matchstick dragging up a wall and flaring to life, blossoming behind Wu's cupped hand as he raised it to a cigar. "Did your terminal wake you?" he asked, walking steadily towards Evan before puffing his cigar to life and errantly shaking the match out. "Or is rest unwelcome?"