With the sabotage, everyone is on high alert, and that means more night patrols from the air. There's been incidents all over the city, ranging from minor to significant, and they've been happening randomly, so there's no way to tell when a fight will break out. Pepper is about to turn back for the evening when a red light flashes on her HUD, outlining suspicious activity.

She banks towards the area, and what she finds is... a person, surrounded in some kind of cloud that shifts almost like it's alive. Carefully, Pepper gets a little closer, hovering well above them in the air.

At this distance, she can get a better look at who or what she's dealing with and after several seconds of confusion, Pepper breathes in sharply. This is not the first time she's seen something like what's before her now, even if the memory isn't her own.

Miles. Walrider.

This can't be good. There is no way in which this is a good thing, at all. Pepper needs to keep Miles from hurting anyone, and figure out why he's in this state later. She drops closer, still airborne, and opens the faceplate. "Uh. Miles? You, um, you don't look so good. Are you, er, okay?"

It's a stupid question, but Pepper has no idea how coherent Miles is right now.