"Yeah, sure." He nods again at the glance and turns his attention to to the street, listening intently. He knows where Iman just was; it's easy enough to predict where she'll come from.

This isn't what he does. Even now, he knows this isn't how he uses his abilities, reporting right to someone like this. Iman's his friend, in a distant anonymous sort of way, right? But it's Ocaso asking, and that somehow makes it feel very important. He needs to do a good job on this one. Bending slightly, he sets his guitar case down on the pavement, then tilts his head slightly as he straightens. Ah, there she is!

"She's coming," he reports, glancing around and then right up into the treetops on the side of the path. "She just went up there. She sees us." Right now he doesn't feel any particular alarm about that, though of course being seen is another thing he never does. There must be a plan here; he trusts Ocaso.