The sound of her voice, much closer and less lost in the echo, had Derek turning around. ...wow, all right, sure. Send him on a manhunt for an innocent flower who has no idea what she did wrong, who also happens to be cute as hell. Thanks, Friend Computer, you dick.

He cleared his throat and sighed, shaking his head. "I honestly have no idea. I mean, you're a fugitive because they haven't apprehended you yet, but as to why they want to? No idea, I'm sorry." He paused then. "I'm also Derek, if it makes you feel any better to have a name to go with the voice and now the face."