Asem was in the shopping district in his uniform from back home. He wasn't there shopping at the moment, though, but had just gotten off patrol duty. Most officers might have gone straight home, but Asem's heroic blood just runs too strong to do that, which is why he was taking the scenic route.

It also explains why he stopped when he saw a vaguely familiar face. Wasn't that the girl who had burned her dinner several weeks ago? And she looked troubled, so Asem decided to stop.

"Hey," he began, a look of curiosity on his face. "Is something wrong?"