One hour. [He gets a last word of acknowledgment before she hangs up and makes ready.]

As requested, she's waiting in the park an hour later, dressed in black and with a handful of hidden blades on her person. She looks as nondescript as she can as she adjusts her braid to something more tightly pinned to her head with one of her recently gifted wooden hair pins. He'll hear the faint clack of her two pendants striking one another beneath her shirt.

"Good evening, Mister Frost. What is it you wish to discuss?" She has a feeling it's about what happened during Realignment, but she'll hold for his confirmation. Best not to jump ahead of him.