Henri parks the car in front of the small building that houses his office. He turns off the engine, remains still for a few seconds, and casts a quick glance to the side. Catarina is quietly fixing a few loose strands of her red hair that have slipped free from her ponytail during the drive. Her posture is perfectly straight, but her restless fingers betray the nervousness she's trying so hard to hide.

“We're here,” he says, breaking the silence with his deep voice.

She nods, swallowing hard, a