*the sound kaya dreaded to hear, the sound of footsteps following her. She pulled up the under scarf and concealed the lower portion of her face and is trying to think of a way to avoid any type of confrontation in the open with the dozens of cameras doubtlessly recording everything as she walked. She only stopped for a second when the wind shifted directions and instead of it blowing his sent toward her it switched.* /fu-c, / she thought, /how the hell am.. ah/ she smiles to her self a bit when the idea hits her. She can sign, why not use that to her advantage? *