He pulled away from the door jamb he had been lounging against and keeping watch, nodding as she spoke.
"Sounds like a bon plan, even if I don' like worryin' de good doctor." He tossed the mango to her. "I rally. You take a break, Cheri."
Walking back into the area where people were feeding, dozing or checking their makeshift triage, he called them up to their feet. Most numbly followed, tired and anxious for a rest and safe place. The few resisting the orders and starting to make a row were put in place with a red and black glare and a wolfish grin.
The bus lurched and ambled away towards Milan and hopefully peace and quiet.