[Hey, he also can't just take his scarf back and leave Izumi without anything. Not the way he was raised. And he doesn't just want to lose this scarf, so...doesn't cost him anything to keep going, right? His voice goes a little bit quieter as he answers, brow furrowed in thought as he remembers. Everything after Philly is kind of a haze, but he remembers the day they first met clear as anything.]

She's...shorter than me. Maybe about this high. [A hand lifts to a point just above his shoulder.] Black hair, kind of wavy, past her shoulders. Asian, not Chinese or Japanese though. [Sorry Cassandra. It's all he knows for context.] Pretty tough, she can hold her own. Kind of quiet? And angry.