As far as Saïx was concerned, it was a good thing the evidence had a habit of erasing itself. It was far easier than having to explain why natives of the places weren't quite what they seemed. And sooner or later someone would bring it up if things were different. Not that he was going to mention that, of course.

Or anything else for the time being, instead falling silent to watch how the pair on the streets would react to the... whatevers-they-were that the woman had sent their way.