Emerick had found himself in the park at some point in his exploration. It was utterly foreign to Emerick - the sprawling cityscape of Night City had no such green spaces, and outside of town was a desert-like brush. The light fog obscured the spaces between the trees just enough that it and the eerie silence made Emerick vaguely uncomfortable.

Creeping feeling at the back of his neck aside, this was the cleanest air he'd ever breathed. This was the first time he'd ever had smog-free air in his lungs and it had honestly made him feel rather invigorated. The weight of his stress was temporarily lifted from his shoulders and he felt almost light, almost carefree. Maybe if this were any other situation he would find peace in the park and the quiet.

He cradled his agent in his hands as his lifeline and security in this alien landscape, keeping him grounded. (And, perhaps, to keep him from getting lost - he could orient himself in a city with infinite landmarks, but in the trees? He couldn't tell one direction from another.)

"I've never seen so many plants in one place before," was the only comment Emerick could come up with. He wasn't sure if he liked the park yet, clearly still trying to decide.