_{A watched pot never boils. Or something akin to that, something that may have been altered or perhaps the thought itself was entirely inaccurate. Either way it was what kept running through her head as she stayed crouched near the ground, bag pulled close to her chest as she breathed softly. Perhaps waiting out something never worked…}

         _{Several long moments passed and it seemed like the coast was clear and the danger was gone and she finally straightened up a little bit. Lifting up a little further she glanced over the small wall that she had hidden behind, and when she couldn’t find a sign of any Heartless she stood up and brushed off her skirt absently, letting her bag rest on the ground for a moment.}

         _{Not exactly her first time appearing in that world, though it was her first time appearing so far away from the large castle that sat in the distance. Rather she was in a more residential area, where more Heartless prowled apparently, and for a moment she wondered if those who lived there were doing alright. With a sigh she pulled her bag up and swung it to get it around her shoulder—}

                                        _{And let out a small noise of confusion
                                        when she heard it collide with something.}

         _{Whirling around her eyes widened when she saw a person standing there who she undoubtedly just smacked with her bag—probably not his face, but definitely his arm or stomach or other lower body part because he was much taller than her—and she ducked her head down in what appeared to be an aborted bow. ”I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were there—“ really, she hadn’t. Actually she had thought she had been alone, but at this point she was just worried about the fact that she just… hit a person with her bag.}