Being greeted by Trucy Wright, he found, was a bit like being swept up in a whirling tornado composed of candy and gunpowder. It was a little amazing, how she managed to go from zero to sixty (or, in this case, from being on the verge of death to practically sweeping him off his feet) in an instant. And that was saying something, coming from a guy with his own somewhat chaotic brand of energy.

He could only grin at her, bemused, as he allowed her to drag him into the park with all the charm of a particularly adorable pitbull. One of the ones with a cute, pink nose and soft, almond eyes. "Sorry I'm late. I had to, uh...wrap up a few things back at the hotel."

He took a moment to take in the sight of her in more casual clothes. Even without the cape and top hat, she stood out. The skirt was unique, especially when compared with the shorts and yoga pants and breezy spring dresses that surrounded them, and the brilliant red scarf provided a touch of European flair that he definitely appreciated. He looked down at his own outfit, and his smile wilted, though only for a moment.

"So," he forged ahead, determined to make the most of the day. "Where to first?"