How she managed to find him in a place denser than San Fransokyo was beyond her. All she needed was a blue hoodie and an awful case of bed head to clue her in that the person walking a block away from her was indeed Nerd Wonder himself. Eyes darted to the crosswalk beside her which turned green, and like lightning she sprinted forth. Pushing past those who had diligently waited on the edge of the curb to proceed, she ignored the yells and occasional profanity thrown her way as she blitzed across the street and pivoted to make a sharp left. There was a lot on her mind after being dumped right in the middle of a volatile secret base; and she would be lying if she said her first reaction to seeing Hiro would be to give him a piece of her mind. 

    But the closer he came into view, the more she realized that she’d have to save the dishing for another time. Gogo slowed her pace to a slight jog and, once she was right behind him, was quick to yank at his hood and jerk him back. ❝ Hold it. ❞

    Citizens walked by in alarm as the girl tightly held onto him, wondering if this was a public case of bullying. Eyes remained firm on Hiro’s tufts of hair, waiting for him to turn around and make eye contact. There were a lot of logistics she had to ask him: what was this place, where were Baymax and the others -- but perhaps most importantly: why had he run away? Yet, the only thing she could muster at this point was biting criticism: ❝ When you ditched us, I didn’t think this would be the place you’d wind up. ❞ 

     Furrowed brows suddenly softened. Perhaps severity wasn’t the best way to carry out this conversation -- especially after the events that were fresh in only theirs, but everyone’s memory. Gogo suddenly let go of him then, sighing. Because yes, she knew there was another way to do this. She opened her lips to speak once more, her voice surprisingly soft, jarring from the usual harsh and crass tone she made sure to keep. ❝ I told you, Hiro. We’ll do this together -- but not the way you planned it. ❞