With her head bowed, Harmony went about her way down the street. She could feel eyes borring a hole through her back, but she was too used to the feeling to do anything about it. People moved themselves from her path enough to just barely get out of her breathing space, as if the air around her was contaminated. She made her way to her accomidations and took the things that she needed-small clothes, a light and heavy jacket, a few shirts, and her tarot cards.