@solartiara
There was the constant tap, tap, tap of footfalls as Mordred paced. Occasionally her eyes would drift down to the paper in her hand, then up to the surrounding streets, but to little avail. The city she found herself in was a maze -- some sick labyrinth made of metal and concrete. Frustrating didn’t begin to describe how she felt.
Loathed as she was to admit it, she was lost.
“Ahm. E-excuse me?” Politeness doesn’t roll off of Mordred, but she makes an effort to seem somewhat decent. The woman before her was exotic and bewildering, which only helps to push her awkwardness further.
“Do you know where these apartment complexes are? I can’t make heads or tails of these directions.” And at this point, she was close to napping in the park. She wasn’t give up -- hardly. It was just the easier choice. “You’d think they’d give us a damn map or something. Christ.”