Tony was beginning to feel restless, after having spent the last week or so in one workshop or another. He was never an outdoors-man, but now he was feeling a distinct need for some fresh air and change of scenery.

So he found himself in Sanctuary Square, just taking a long walk around and mentally running over formulas, equations, and other things related to chemistry and elemental properties. He didn't notice Nazca until he was almost directly in front of her, and then all the complicated jumble rolling around in his mind was temporarily pushed to the backburner.

"Hey, Nazca."