"Good old fashion scouting -- one of my more useful piracy skills."

As David's arms come off his middle and the weight of the bike shifts, a wave of panic rolls through Balthier. He turns sharply, just in time to see David rolling gracefully back to his feet.

"I'm going to check the intersections."

Not worth being snuck up on, not when they know what Filter can do. With David off, he pushes the bike a little faster, looping the block and adjacent streets. He sees one more person with frozen legs, and assures them he'll be back, but no Filter.

"Any luck?" he asks David upon return.