Miller is happy to chatter while he watches Naugus work. "Costa Rica's on the Central American isthmus. Nicaragua to the north, Panama to the south. Lush and tropical. Exports lots of coffee. Goes great with some gallo pinto. My organization has an outpost on the coast -- the eastern side of the country, on the Caribbean Sea. Stop me if this is all jibberish."

"And hey -- is that stuff gonna be permanent?" His eyes narrow and he lifts his chin at the sigils. "I don't exactly want everyone and his mother to know there's a portal here."