‘Who are you?’ Vesper waves at him. ‘Esper!’ The man is not amused. ‘I’ve not been informed of any inspection. Who are you? Where is your authority?’ The Vagrant raises an eyebrow, raises the sword. The man looks at it, double takes. ‘I, forgive me, I had no idea, I …’ He opens the door. As Vesper trots past, she looks at the man, then points at the Vagrant with extreme satisfaction. ‘Dada.’
