"There's some over there," said a voice just behind, carried in a tone somewhere between timid and distracted. Martin peered past the arm and cup of concern, looking at the gathering crowds before thinking to glance up.

"You get some if you're new. And food. Someone always has some. Uh–"

He straightened up, having to scoot up a little close to let someone brush past him before getting pushed over himself. "Excuse–"