"That's fine," Cabanela said, cheerful as evil. "Toootally fine, baby." He wasn't the sort to think that she would instantly hug him and be excited to have an uncle here in the city. They didn't know each other. That, and he had a sneaking suspicion that these supposed real memories weren't as real as the people in charge would like him to believe.

He paused, glancing around as stealthily as possible. Nothing that looked like cameras, nothing that looked like guards around. "It's Cabanela, by the way," he said in the lowest voice he could manage.