Rolan was waiting beside the wrong door.
The review had been arranged at the public departure desk. He stood near a side office with its shutters half closed and a chair positioned just inside. The replacement escort waited beside him, no ribbon this time.
I stayed on the main path.
The public desk was where the duty officer had told me to report. I could see the clerk setting out the review papers beneath the covering. There was no reason to choose a different door because Rolan had put a chair inside it.
I checked the space beside the rail before stopping. My bag hung on the left, the support held my right arm close, and the practice copy was in the pocket I could reach. I had brought the things I'd been asked for. I didn't need to begin by moving somewhere else.
"The officer is coming here," Rolan said.
"Then I'll wait where he told me."
His gaze moved past me to Nyx. She had left enough space between us that nobody could pull one of us into the other by grabbing a sleeve.
