[So he's just chillin as he's heading down the street. This whole fake people thing has got him unsettled, but he figures it's business as usual unless Mustang says otherwise. He's considering shaving off his retirement goatee, since there's no real reason to keep it. He's as back to active duty as he could be without being in Amestris. And he usually had better luck with the ladies when he was clean-shaven.

And then his mind wandered to the beauty of the women in this city, from Chandra to all of those lovely ladies he's had the pleasure of speaking to on the phone. He hoped at least a few of them were his type. Oh, and if only his "wife" was a bit more shapely. He might not mind living with her as much.

And so this is where Havoc's mind was when he lost track of who else might be on the sidewalk with him. Thus running a high risk of bumping into a small, scared teenager.]