Where are they going? Even they don't know. They're just sitting on the bench, waiting for the subway to arrive. After having checked out their place, spoken to the Duck named Donald, they've decided that hey, if I'm going to be stuck here, I might as well make myself more comfortable.
With no destination particularly in mind, they have ALL day to just explore the different wards.
They inhale and it's then they get a whiff of what is that? Spring? Something sweet, but not entirely TOO sweet. It's not enough to give Indigo cavities, but just enough to actually crave something sweet to eat. Like ice cream! Man, they could really go for some ice cream. They sniff and looks around until brown eyes (it's the color contact they chose this day) lands on the source.
"That's not your perfume is it?" They haven't moved from their spot, but their voice carries clear enough to be heard.