Nevins little band made their way away from their base of operations at the hotel toward the historic district of the city. Ian, the group medic, carried his duffel of supplies. Jack carried his hard-sided case presumably filled with electronic equipment. And Ed wore a backpack filled with tools, including the portable lighting theyd need when the sun went down in a few hours. Luke viewed the scene on the flip-up screen of his video camera, recognizing in himself the need to be comforted by a sense of being removed from the situation. They passed groups of people, first responders mixed with survivors, moving in the opposite direction, heading out of the immediate area of damage toward the promise of safety. Luke mused absently to himself that you could tell the difference between the two sorts of people based on the amount of dirt and plaster in their hair and clothing.