'Career opportunity'? Cesar's eyebrows draw closer to each other, and his eyes are calculating. There's not a lot of reasons why a job recruiter would approach someone in a dark parking lot, and Cesar's throat aches when he swallows.

By way of answer he nods, then turns and beckons him towards the building. He won't make a huge deal of it, but he'd rather not turn his back to the man if he can.

The building is a standard collection of offices. It looks like it's all owned by one company, and framed posters of scenery dot the walls. They'll stay on the first floor, working their way to a small break room off to one side. Cesar has to open three cabinet doors before he finds mugs for the coffee maker: this isn't his floor, but he'll still make himself at home.