Ackerman stood at the corner of a busy street. His expression was unreadable, but his body language showed he was at the very least, trying to relax and not seem so on guard.

His hair was Combed, and his attire was clean and well fitted as he took his time to learn a new routine, adjust to a new living. Though he often caught himself checking in on those who still lived.

This included a scout who had been through the ring just as much as he has been.