"Oh, well done," Gabriel said, throwing him an amused look. "As it happens, I did go for a few strolls, but someone stole my internal radar and I keep forgetting to memorise the streets."

It was frustrating, every time he ran up against something he didn't have which he should have had, but this was a small thing he'd taken for granted--much like his bottomless stomach. He'd never thought about life without an internal map, without always knowing exactly where he was, and now not having it was one of the most irritating things he could think of.

"I've been tempted to submit to the lure and try my luck," he added, glancing at his companion keenly, "but then I remember that these are the people who sent us out to start work without remembering a thing about our jobs. What are the chances they were any good at keeping accurate and helpful records?"

A sort-of subtle hint, there. If there was anything the old man had found, that meant less that Gabriel had to look for.