Arcee is wandering around the Iacon area. She's hoping to possibly find clues to her past here. She scans the skyline, looking for something, anything that would be familiar. Shark is on guard duty, but seems very relaxed about it as he leans against a pole. Always scanning the horizon with his radar, sonar, and optics. In his hands he twists a length of old wiring, twirling it in a constant motion. He hmms, something just blipped onto his scanners. "Trying to find something to link me to my past," Arcee says, "It's so frustrating, not remembering who I am or where I came from."