The Diplomat walks a few paces, calling out, before letting out a delightedly exasperated sigh. The Division Leader doesn't even waste his breath on scolding the Diplomat, he just calls command for a dispatch.
Senior Diplomat Everett: "Well this went well-"
Division Leader Thomas: "By the Tratars, Diplomat Everett, you just let loose a foreigner in our city!! Expect a disciplinary report in the future, I swear..."
As Donelson runs, there's distant sounds of sirens and various cameras on street corners swivel to watch him pass by. Some people are terrified by his passage, while others direct him in various directions with amusement, notably pointing away from the raised roads that are in the middle of the streets.
What better way to learn about the city than a jog?