There is a very, very small number people of detectable for him, especially given the size of the place. Most of the ones in the immediate vicinity seem to be congregated dead ahead of them in the prominent Administration building, and even that is less than a dozen.

"Yeah," Devero says, his own voice just as low. "Home." He laughs one of those humorless laughs of his, brief and bitter. "Used to be, anyway."