44 has long-ass legs, and catches up at a casual stride with her hands in her pockets, whistling merrily. It'll be a bit of a walk. Just a bit.

"Worst part about being here is I had to stop hunting him down like a dog," she admits after a bit. "Highlight of my good days, that. He's a slippery bastard but when you can catch him bemoaning how he lost you and rip his heart out juuuuuuuust right, ah. Bliss."