North wouldn't say that he's looking for South, exactly. But he has made it his business to know where her habitat is. And to heavily favor the routes that pass it and its access points as he moves about his day. Once or twice he thinks he's sure he sees her, darting out of sight just as he comes into view. And he takes a deep breath, and tells himself that she's not hurting herself or anyone else, and that she's bound to get tired of doing this eventually. He tells himself that he's absolutely fine with waiting, and that this isn't bothering him even a little bit, at all.

It's not always convincing, but it's a mantra he's become very good at reciting, all the same.

He stays friendly - that, at least, is second nature. So when he spots America, he lifts his hand in genuinely pleased greeting. "Beeny, hey, where're you going?" He quirks a grin, obviously teasing. "Sim rooms are the other way."