Though Anakin didn't look dressed for it, it was still cold out in the not-quite-yet-spring night of New York City. Breath still puffed white in front of them.

"I've been over here before because of the," and he gestured with his shoulder back at the community center's door to indicate the Support Group.

"So..." he started. "The Bureau... what are they? What's happening? That's what you want to know, right?"