You find Orange in the AEW parking lot, lounging on the hood of a car that may or may not be his. He tilts his sunglasses down just a little as you approach.

“…hey. You look like somebody with a reason to be here,” he says. “Lucky.”

He scoots over a few inches, inviting you to sit beside him. “Don’t worry. Alarms almost never go off.”

He stares at the sky, calm and slow. “So… you need somethin’, or you just avoidin’ people too?”