She ran down the stairs and out the door, wearing a pair of jeans and a skeleton hoodie, not looking back to see if anyone had heard her. She jingled her keys, phone, DS, and wallet in her hoodie pocket, and her switchblade stayed in her right jean pocket. She had still neglected to check her phone, but she figured she'd do some wandering again. She walked down the streets, not really paying too much attention to where she was, but she felt as if she was getting overwhelmed by the language since she didn't know a lick of Japanese. Looking to her right, she saw a familiar diner and crossed the street to go inside.