Amsar nodded and smiled as she took the gifts the women offered. She took them, not for greed or want, but for politeness. Her smile was forced, and though she was able to keep a gentle, friendly tone, she seethed under the surface. It was shameful, how these affluents were like children. They had so much, yet couldn't even protect themselves. They looked to others to be their protectors, and it made her sick.<br/><br/>Still, she remained polite. Once she had managed to get herself away from them, she began to casually glance at opening store fronts, her original intention when coming to Ratio. Only now, she kept her eyes wide, looking for something exciting, or simply keeping watch for more would be thieves.