They drove in silence for a while. Tanwyn glanced up from her devices and pointed to the right.

"Take that exit."

Jack obliged.

"Follow the signs for the country park."

Jack glanced over at her incredulously.

"The country park? Are we taking a day off?"

Tanwyn smiled. She looked into the mirror and gingerly removed her wig. The red mark on her forehead faded shockingly fast. She fluffed her hair quickly wiped off her lipstick.

"What are you doing?'

Tanwyn pulled a small makeup kit from her purse. She popped in a pair of contacts.

"I"

Tanwyn used eyeliner to dot freckles across her nose and cheeks.

"am working on"

She pulled a set of teeth covers out of her bag and popped them on.

"Disguising myself."

She pulled off her button down and shimmied out of her slacks. Leaving her in a light grey tank top and a pair of shorts. Jack noticed a myriad of still healing scars on her neck and arms. He said nothing.

Tanwyn pulled a spray bottle out of her bag and sprayed her scarred skin. Her wounds disappeared.

"Neat."

Tanwyn grinned. Jack noticed the false Gap tooth and couldn't help but think of his former colleague.

"Dermal regenerative spray. A fast forward button on healing. Not as thorough as nanobots, but easily as handy. "

She pulled a hoodie out from behind her slipped it on.

"Viola."

Jack looked over. Gone was the professional 20 something and there sat a young teenager.

"Impressive. You barely look like a highschooler."

Tanwyn smiled again.

"Thank you. Now for you."

Jack pulled the car into the back of a car park.

"Wo Wo, slow down there sister. Me? No. You don't get to mess with this."

Jack gestured to his face. Tanwyn rolled her eyes.

"Jack. It's this -" She held up her makeup bag. and waved it mockingly.

"Or you can face this."

She pulled a gun out of her purse. Jack recognized it as a simple 9mm pistol.

"You've been packing this whole time?" Tanwyn shrugged.

"It would be stupid for me not to. I don't care for firearms. " She slid a blade out from a holster in her Vortex manipulator.

"I like quieter weapons."

Jack nodded in approval.

"Good to know."

He shut off the car.

"So guess it's makeup time.

Tanyn grinned.

Twenty minutes, two slap fights, and a litany of swears later. Jack was dressed like a typical american tourist. Tanwyn had spared him the socks and sandals. And he got to wear jeans instead of shorts, but she missed his hair and wrangled him into colored contacts and glasses. And forced him into a college sweatshirt that looked a little too warn and a little too old.

She had drawn on a few more wrinkles than he had earned. One look in the car side mirror confirmed Jack's worst suspicions.

" I look like your father!"

A nearby family glanced over. And Tanwyn giggled nervously.

"Come on dad That joke is getting a touch old, don't you think?"

Her flawless American Accent. Jack forced a chuckle. The nearby family moved on.

He leaned in and whispered.

"I hope you know how much I hate this."

Tanwyn laughed. It was clearly genuine.

"Oh I know." She tossed her bag into the car and started skipping shoved her hands in the pockets of her hoody.

Jack watched her whole demeanor changed as she surveyed her surroundings. The word chameleon came to mind.

She caught sight of what appeared to be a group of college students. They had notebooks out following a professor as she droned on.

She started meandering toward them.

Jack followed her with his phone out, stopping to snap pictures of flowers and birds.

He noticed a straggler from the school group sitting on a bench taking away at her laptop. She looked around nervously.

"Hey kiddo?" Jack called. Tanwyn stopped and spun around. She glanced in the direction Jack was looking and nodded.

"What."

"Come look at this bird."

Tanwyn huffed and rolled her eyes.

She walked over and groaned.

"Dad we didn't come all the way here to look at birds. "

Jack frowned.

"Do you have your phone on you?"

Tanwyn nodded.

"Then why don't you go explore. I'm going to stick around here a bit. "

"Okay."

Tanwyn headed towards the school group. Their bit of performative theater had been witnessed by at least a dozen people. And had perfectly set up their dynamic for interactions.

Jack noticed a young mother eyeing him from further in the park.

He smiled at her. She rolled her eyes and turned to her kids.

He sighed and started down the path.