"Tell you what, I'll go find you some directions..."

Patting his hand in a 'wait there' gesture, Livia stood up - handbagged relic in tow - and made for staff room. A few moments spent within and she was out, again with a slip of paper in hand, briskly pacing her way back to Watcher's table.

"Directions and the number of a coach service. Think they run down there, but you'd 'ave to check... They might just pass through, not sure."