He'd been told upon waking up in the hospital that he was a firefighter, a job that largely seemed to require very little in the way of fighting fires and a lot of drilling, community service, and sitting around with the other guys at the station. For all that, it's fulfilling, knowing that he's there to help and make a difference if something goes wrong... but something about watching the woman taking her notes, interviewing the various organizers, and getting her pictures fills him with a kind of longing and it's not too long before he makes his way over to her with a companionable smile.

He dusts his hands off and offers a bow of his head in greeting.

"I hope you're getting at least a cookie or two while you're here. You'll be glad of the blood sugar when you're writing this all up later."

He says it with the voice of experience, but it's experience he doesn't remember having quite yet.