The two men were working in the driveway, the hard-packed dirt and gravel surprisingly relatively acceptive of his little chalk marks on the ground. Angus spots Vela first and gives her a cheery wave but she is too far away for his typical greeting, at least, not without him disturbing the man who was puttering about on the ground. He was marking out tracks with a trowel, parting the gravel to the dirt below for some, as of yet, unclear reason. He'd also, quite clearly, not realized he had a witness. Hell, he might not even realize he had a supervisor.