"Sneaking around's all about keeping low and using shade, Ginger." Yeah, man! He totally learned that in the military... Not really, unless you counted sneaking out at night without any superiors noticing. That wasn't formal training, if it wasn't clear enough. "Oh, and being able to sprint a fair distance helps, too. Worst case scenario."

Honestly, by eveningtime no one was generally ever paying attention... The trumpet band would probably do wonders in dulling their senses, to boot. He almost felt sorry for anyone running stalls; they'd have to listen to that crap for the whooole damned thing.