Chivy had been trying to remain focused — middle ring, finding food, very important — but he was worried about Sefton (and just generally prone to wandering), so he found himself in the outer ring. He was still on his bike, because, honestly, how else would he travel, and appreciating the fact that he could coast with very little worry about traffic. ... Unless Gabriel showed up again, but he would deal with that if it happened.

Someone actually outside was enough to draw his attention, and he directed his bike that way, coming to a stop nearby. "Hey," he said, cocking his head to the side. "I don't think we've met, really."