Kovacs moves quickly through streets of Bay City. He scanning faces of passersby for any sign of his former ward. His mind is constantly processing the information his eyes are feeding him. Finally, he spots her. He approaches her cautiously, as he tries to gauge her reaction to his presence. "You must be confused," he begins, his voice measured and firm. "Can you speak?" A nod is all the response he needs. "Good," he continues, his tone softening slightly. "Because we have a lot to discuss."