It's almost like her way of redeeming herself, the race to save him. It's too late for her, they know who she is, but she can still save the one who Fell before her, so she throws herself into the hunt for him. The angels might be looking, but she's looking harder, looking faster, and she doesn't have the massive distraction of the war to slow her down.

It ends up not even being all that far, relatively at least. New York, she finds him, and she's sure that he doesn't recognise her. She can feel it though, the invisible scar where is Grace used to be, and it has her halting suddenly on the side of the street. She's found him.

Her approach is simple, and not all that subtle. He's in a cafe, so she sits herself down at the table across from him. Really, she'd love to ease into this, but they don't have time. Who knows how far behind her Uriel is, and wouldn't he just love to catch them both in one trip. Anna smiles as she looks at Steve but it's worried, tight, stressed. She wonders vaguely if he's had the same troubles she did, before the reclaiming of her Grace - the voices of the angels inside her head, if he can see through her human disguise and see the wings outstretched either side of her.

She doesn't know how easy this is going to be, and she sighs quietly as she looks at him.

"Hello, I'm Anna."