Hunter is equally captivated by the sketches of a New York from a different time. A time before he was born. But he can recognize the Brooklyn bridge.

He takes careful time studying the woman in the nurse uniform. And then the woman with the dark curls. He smiles slightly at the action in the drawing, capturing the moment of her punching out a larger soldier.

Hunter also takes the time to study the more recent drawings.

"Really?" Hunter chuckles lowly in his throat. "I grew up in Manhattan."