You were centering yourself for parkouring. It'd been awhile since that mishap with a rival hacker working for Blume, so you couldn't help but feel a little nervous after recovering.

You were in your own world gazing out at the city, the darkness and lights comforting when Wrench approaches from behind and slips his arms around your waist, pulling you in close almost as if he's sensing your doubts and worries, "Relax, you'll do great." He reassures calmly, "It's just like riding a bike again."