Eos had named herself after the goddess of the dawn; she saw herself as an awakening, the dawn of a new era. So when it became apparent it would be easier for his brothers to interact with her, and perhaps eventually trust her if she had a face, she chose the same form as her name. After much searching, she found one she liked. Golden ringlets that fell in waves over her shoulders, the crisp white cloth that hung from one shoulder, and her favourite feature: four gold wings, two of which were large and expansive; the remaining two were small, and she tended to rest over her shoulders.
Alan (she liked him) had asked her to look into possible locations which John might use if he was on the run, an idea she would have found utterly laughable if not for more recent events. The first person to have ever shown her kindness was a murderer.
It was an unsettling notion.
It also showed she had a lot to learn about trust and that her first instinct on humans was perhaps correct, something to think about later, though. Right now she was informing Alan (she really did liked him) Gordon and Kayo (not so fond of her) about her findings.
'With no transport or access to money, I've traced all his known cards. He is probably within this area.' Spreading her hands stretched out the small cube she'd been holding onto, her original form in many ways. The cube twisted, sprawling out into a map. 'I've searched the area in question, comparing his habits against local bookings, and—'
Kayo frowned. 'Get to the point, Eos.'
Circuits bristling, the AI cleared her throat. 'The point is that I've narrowed it down to this area.'
'That area is huge.'
'It's as narrow as I can get it.'
'And still might be wrong.'
'He doesn't want to be found.' She rotated the map, the city turning before her. 'I've picked out the most likely areas, but he is hiding from me—he knows I'll be the one searching.'