"Noa isn't in there yet either," Foster points out, tipping his head to the left. There's actually more white in the eye of his dog glamour than there is in his actual form, so whether she can see that his eyes are still on her... well, it's Reira. She can probably just feel it.

"Pretense or not, it's still a concert. And they start at a set time."

Given a real direction? He knows what he's doing.