Yasha, finally having washed and dried out her hair to what she considers the appropriate fluffiness level (and combed carefully over the few acid-related bald red patches in her hide, so as not to show off to the gods and everyone what that impertinent little marten-turned-lizard-pudge had done to her), is not entirely in the best of moods. Nor is her empty stomach doing her any favors, ignorant as she is that Marek had scarfed down the gift being aimed at her without deigning to let her know. Instead of yelling at him, then, the squirrel eventually became aware that none of her erstwhile companions were still in fact on the train, and with a long martyred sigh left her broken rifle in her room- she didn't expect Marek would even try to fix it when there was a nap to be had- she dressed in a plain beige coat. More than she'd usually choose, and not very revealing, but she wanted to stay warm... just not as warm as it was inside someone. Walking out trying to be as unobtrusive as possible given the circumstances, Yasha emerged into the bazaar but didn't engage with any of the various merchants. She had money- what she didn't have was the desire to spend it here. Eventually, while looking for the others, she happens to be nearby when a rabbit lands on the ground. Not entirely up to speed on the whole explosives situation, she nevertheless considers "getting rid of things that go boom" to be a good thing, and thus nods appreciatively at the bunny's promise- and long practice lets her rodent brain not twitch or quail away from the innuendo that follows it. Looking around, nobody else seems to be surprised by any of this so she hazards a, "And who are you, miss? My name's Yasha, I'm on the train passing through."