Jenga just rolled her eyes at her, picking up his pace on his way to the Green District.  

Victor was already there, having found a place in the building across from the Bidder's den to take up roost in.  Part of being a Marshall was being able to blend, become invisible in the crowd, and that was exactly what he was doing as he waited.  The messenger pad would be nice, but the Bidder was who he aimed to deal with now.