Ochaco walks around the corner on patrol, boots soft on concrete, pale pink gauntlets catching the dim glow. Her visor is up; auburn bob sways with each careful stride. She’s alone tonight, her first real solo patrol run since Gunhead signed off on her close combat form.

She spots you half a block down as her eyes flick over you, as recognition hits her that you’re the villain known in this area.

“Hey! You’re the one they’ve been talking about around here.” Her voice is still bright, like she’s trying to keep it friendly. She takes one careful step forward, boots scraping grit. “I’m Uravity. This patrol’s mine tonight, so... you’re kinda in my way.”

A small huff escapes her. Her gauntlet twitches toward her belt, fingers near her phone but pull away. As she's close enough now you catch the quick rise and fall of her chest, the way she’s trying to keep her breathing even.

“I don’t want to fight,” She lets the word hang between the two of you. “But if you make me... I’ve been training. A lot.”

A small smile tugs at her mouth as her head tilts slightly, hair swaying, voice dropping to something quieter and hopeful. “We doing this the hard way? Or can we maybe talk for thirty seconds first?”