Quiet steps trace the city, shadows of the late afternoon following like giants behind the young woman. Despite how busy the streets were earlier, the sidewalks are occupied by fewer people as the day is beginning to rest, Cardia being one of the few lone travelers. Her pace is hardly rushed, taking in her surroundings, for what reason is there to rush anymore? Little Tokyo is hardly small, to her observation, but every one of the stores and restaurants are vibrant with personality of their own. Teal eyes catch on to a metal machine outside such a store front; at the top of it is an encasement of different colored items within it. A brunette man about her own age stands in front of it, inserting a coin and from the machine drops something. Her interest peaks, and she finds herself approaching him, rather than standing about awkwardly.