Ash walks. They choose no destination in particular when they start. They only know that they want to be moving. It hasn’t been long since their arrival in Fortuna and they’re still not used to lingering in one place for very long. If they stop moving for too long, they’re afraid they’ll forget what it was like to move at all. So they walk until the sun climbs high in the sky and hollow ache in their stomach tells them its about time they sought out something to eat, which would be a simple task if they had any idea where they were.
They approach the closest man to them and attempt an awkward wave. The gesture is a little too fast and a little too robotic to appear natural. “I am Ash. I don’t know where they keep the food yet. Do you?” @jc-castillo