Natasha isn't hard to find. Most nights, she's at Redbright or the area around it. That's not something she's made a secret of. She doesn't hide it, and one of the reasons she doesn't is situations like this—where someone might need to find her.

She wishes she could be surprised that it's Connor who comes looking.

Taking one long, searching look over the young man, Natasha has the sinking feeling that she knows where this is going. Her brows and her lips draw together n a concerned frown. "Yeah," she says. "All right. How about we take a walk?"

She can practically see the anxious energy coming off him in waves. Moving might give him an outlet for that while he tells her what's happened now.