Swamped

"It's been a while since I spoke Kandrian, so I'm a bit fuzzy on my pronunciation," you say. "Is it important that I say these names right?"

You cover your mouth on "right" and hope he catches it.

"Doesn't matter too much if they're correct." He holds up his hand on "correct". "They'll catch on sooner or later."

So you should say names.

"And then I should", head gesture, "just wait for them", head gesture, "to contact me?"

"Well, you shouldn't worry about them", raises hand, "taking too long. Big crowds are easy to avoid drawing suspicion in. If you've got the right place, it'll be clear before long."

A little further clarification reveals that the contact will make the head gesture, then the hand gesture, and you should tap your foot to acknowledge. And he quietly suggests that you should only show the crest if they're not satisfied at that point.

You almost hope someone actually was listening in, so you didn't feel silly about all that for nothing. Then you slip out of the curtain.

And you find the nurse looking rather upset and holding Mortimer by the arm.

"If you're done in there, I think this troublemaker needs a little talk from his uncle."

"Look, I'm in danger," Mortimer protests. "Someone tried to kidnap me already. If I stay here, they may make another attempt and who knows who else might get hurt when they do that?"

"I don't have time for your ridiculous stories while you have injuries that still need treating."

Mortimer sighs, defeatedly.

"Well, Uncle Leo will want to hear about it, at least. Not that I like worrying him..."

Just as the nurse drags him past, though, Mortimer slips a note into your hand. You take a quick glance at it.