Marian’s attire didn’t change too drastically aside from the fact that she had a man’s jacket over her shoulders and yes, it was one that Robin Hood would recognize. The faint scent of his cologne still held against the fabric and left her in an honest dizzy state as she took the cab right to central park. The sun was dropping, creating a beautiful orange glow over one of the few locations in New York City that still had some forestry in it. It was beautiful in its own right and as the blonde walked through the landscaping of trees and grass, she listened to the birds call and the leaves blow in the wind.

So lost in her own mind, the blonde didn’t even realize that someone was walking behind her until they spoke. Nearly having a heart attack from being pulled out of her own thoughts she looked behind her to see a man in a green hoodie with a handkerchief over his face. Ah he had beaten her there apparently. “Well.” Marian behind looking forward, “First off you look better as yourself then as an old man.” She commented, knowing full well that he was around her age thanks to the party but it was nice to see him not in costume around her. Maybe… someday… without the mask…

“As for Gibson; he has some basic patterns he follows. First is striking zones. The way he described it is that every criminal always seems to go within proximity of their central location or hideout. Most of the time, the setup is unintentional but they typically stay within the same amount of mileage between their home base. The second is seeking basic instincts; food, water and shelter. Most people will have a central location even outside of the home base that will be a secondary base; but it must meet the basic needs to survive and in Robin’s case its shelter. Lastly, he is good with time based organization. ‘This will most likely happen at this time, which would lead them down this road which will take blank amount of minutes’ and so on and so forth. If he figures out your pattern, he most likely will be able to time your trip and know where you’re going to land.”

She stopped walking, sliding her hands into the pockets of the jacket and turned around to face him. “I don’t know what you know about Robert Locksley but let’s just say that Gibson is the code cracker and Locksley is the information gatherer. People are exceptionally quick to fall for his charm and tell him anything he wants to know; it’s scary really. He could find out the who, what, when, where, and why from a single conversation with someone. And I’d bet money on if he had a basic description of someone, he could pull out five people from a crowded room of hundreds and one of them would be who he’s looking for.” She nodded with a small shrug. “He’s good, I have to admit it, he’s really good and it took me today to be reminded of that.”

“I don’t think Gibson understands how many people walk the city and narrowing down one person or even a handful would be difficult but with Gibson and Locksley on the case… it is a possibility it could happen.” She let out a small sigh. “I’m afraid that’s all I have for you for now. But he’s good Robin.” Her blue gaze shot from the ground to him, a blonde eyebrow rose slightly. “What do you think?”