Bobbi was wandering along the park streets, off the clock but mind still on. Even though she had conducted an autopsy, or was it necropsy?, for SHIELD and her own information, the whole idea seemed to smack in the face of her studies.
She took a walk to clear her head. Or to observe the enemy outside of a steel table, see what they were up against. She kept the coat cinched tight, concealing herself and her toys in case someone got 'fresh'.