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Naomi was still feeling very...fresh. She felt like she was still screwing her head back on properly, with so many things happening that she didn't really have control over. It was intimidating, being suddenly thrust into such a limelight with no clue over what to say, do or think. She was leaning heavily on Chase at the moment, and had been somewhat reluctant to separate for this outing. However, she was sure he had his own stuff to do, and she didn't want to get in the way - besides, at least she knew she was meeting someone who would understand why she was a little fragile, and making friends on the same side had to be a good thing?

When the subject of jogging had been broached, originally it had seemed like a good idea. Then it had come to this morning and she'd realized that she most definitely didn't have the clothing for it. Naomi was still rebuilding a wardrobe, with a considerable amount of help from others due to her current unemployment status, and at the moment it was woefully low on working out gear. Still, she'd managed to rustle up something, and so turned up at the park in some tattered grey trainers, a black pair of leggings and a tight t-shirt that was just about long enough to cover her bum. She clutched a bottle of water in one hand, and re-adjusted a pin holding her hair back before surveying the park, suddenly very aware that she hadn't been given a description of...Falco, was it? Lieutenant Realgar of the Negaverse.

Turning back, she spotted a blonde approaching her, and was initially confused given his clothing - jeans weren't exactly exercise-wear. But then he spoke up, and she assumed it must have been the boy she was looking for (well, man). "Falco?" she confirmed, not wanting to end up being kidnapped by a stranger. "I...uh, yeah, I guess so."

She wasn't really sure what to say, so remained quiet, obviously nervous as she fiddled with her water bottle and her own fingers.

Right, well at least she had the right person. That was a good start.

He made a joke, presumably to make her more comfortable, and so Naomi did her best to acknowledge it with a small, shy smile. The offer of gentler exercise was declined with a shake of the head, and a somewhat more solid stretching of the lips. "No, I'd like to jog if that's okay? I could do with stretching my muscles."

She'd been roughed up pretty bad in the fight, with a few impressive bruises to show for it. Nothing had been quite as bad as the horrible, horrible pain though. It was a distant memory, almost like a dream where it wasn't her. But she knew it had been horrible, and had left a hanging ache deep inside her chest. When powered up there was the massive hole that made that pretty damn obvious, but right now...it was just there. No-one could see it, but she could feel it. Naomi gave a slight shiver, before forcing a more confident smile onto her face. "Did you want to go anywhere in particular?"

Besides, she was assuming it would be a fairly gentle jog - she quite wanted to chat while they ran, get to know her fellow officer.

Laps around the park seemed a good idea, and she even managed a wider, more genuine smile as he mentioned temptation. She wasn't particularly jogging on order to keep fit, so it was less of a worry for the blonde, but she could see the logic behind it. If anything, she should probably be eating more at the moment, but her appetite had all but disappeared since her...what to call it? Awakening? Re-awakening? Naomi wasn't sure, so passed over the subject, sighing softly. She didn't want to become malnourished, so right then made a decision that she was going to stuff her face until her stomach was on the brink of bursting when she got home.

And maybe a latte. A caramel latte sounded pretty good right now.

Ice cream? They served coffee there, right? Ooo, maybe she could even get some coffee ice cream! Naomi smiled, nodding with a bit more purpose. "Sure, that sounds like a good idea." Lactose intolerance? She shook her head, eyes a little wide - truth was she wasn't sure. She wasn't sure about any of these things anymore, it felt like her brain had been scrambled.

Inwardly she scolded herself. C'mon Naomi, you can do this. She could do this - this was her life now, and she was damn lucky to have it, so she had to start making the most of it. "No, I'm not - are you talking about that super cool place a couple of blocks down that makes ice cream in like...every flavour?"

Tucking a stray hair back behind her ear again, Naomi tried another smile, trying to muster some enthusiasm. She was grateful to Falco for making this effort, but in all honesty she was still very much overwhelmed by everything that had happened over the past couple of weeks. She looked to the sky briefly, shielding her eyes from the sun, and her smile grew a little wider. Definitely sundae weather.

"Shall we go for a quick jog first? To earn it?" she suggested, glancing around the park. A couple of laps was all she could muster to be honest, especially now she had the mental image of a big ice cream sundae with chocolate sauce and sprinkles.

She smiled, please that he agreed with her suggestion. "Two sounds plenty," she responded, eyeing the park perimeter once again. Yes, two laps would have her breathing heavily, but not exhausted, and definitely ready for ice cream. His concern was sweet, though Naomi was determined not to go and make an utter fool of herself by doing such things. Geez, how pathetic would he think she was if she couldn't even manage two laps?

The blonde waited a little nervously, not sure if he would take the lead or if she was expected to. After a few awkward moments Naomi took a few steps forwards, breaking into a very casual, laid-back jog, waiting for him to follow before she picked up the pace a little. Her cheeks were pink, the blonde somewhat embarrassed, though she wasn't entirely sure what by.

Whilst she was determined not to look like a fool, she was still embarrassed when he easily kept up - it was apparent he was pretty fit, he probably did this a lot. So, in a way, she was probably making a fool of herself anyway by being so pathetic. Upping the pace to the higher limit of her being comfortable, Naomi made sure to keep her breathing steady, swinging her arms as her legs moved beneath her.

He surprised her when he spoke, Naomi had figured he was quite into this so wouldn't want to talk in case it made him breathless. But then again, perhaps he was so good that this was equal to a casual stroll by the lake for her. Not wanting to seem pathetic, she took a few more breaths between replying. "Mint choc chip." A few more strides. "But right now I'm craving something coffee-y."

...Oh, okay. No chatting then. Turning her attention forwards, Naomi watched where she was going instead, not wanting to fall over in a spectacular fashion by catching her foot on a tree root. That would just top everything off, really. Allowing her mind to wander, she watched a couple having a picnic in the lovely midday sun, feeding each other grapes in a grossly over-exaggerated gesture. She smiled softly, and her heart swelled a little. She was always the hopeless romantic.

A shake? He spoke up again and Naomi looked to him, giving a nod to acknowledge that she'd heard him. Nah, if you were going to have ice cream you might as well have it properly, not mixed up with milk and other rubbish. You ate ice cream with a spoon, not a straw!

As they started the second lap, Naomi was beginning to breath a little harder, and she could feel the sweat on her forehead. "Do you exercise a lot, Falco?" He didn't seem bothered at all, as if he were merely on a casual afternoon stroll.