Raul raises a barely-existent eyebrow at the sight of Naomi's gem - something he's missed until just now. A century ago he would've spotted it immediately, he swears, but his eyes aren't as good as they used to be. Nothing is, really.

"You too? I'd show you mine, but this doesn't seem like the place to step out of my clothes." With that, he taps his new gem that lies beneath the waistline of his mechanic's uniform - a green jumpsuit for some company called 'Petró-Chico,' with a nametag stitched onto the front that says 'Miguel.'

"Alright, you're the boss, lead the way." He says, gesturing for her to make her way through the door first. This lady seems to know what she's doing, which is a lot more than he can say, so it's only natural to him that he follow her lead. "You got a name, by the way?"