Remaining where she was, she watched the spectacle of the new guy being fed to the dogs. Or, rather, the new guy kicking the shit out of the dogs. Whichever. Her head tilts to the side as she raises her tin cup to her lips and takes another drink of her luke warm soup.<em>Welcome to the party.</em>She didn't to to greet him. Instead, she remained idle where she was. Her small form bent forwards as she rests her weight on her forearms against the hot metal of the rail.<br/><br/>She dipped her head to a bit of a nod to Blair. They had some sort of on going business, and it was a handy tool to keep friendly. Liberty was a couple levels up from them, but not so far off as to be out of a clear line of sight.<br/><br/>With a bit of a long sigh, she hadn't gotten much sleep last night with all the screaming, Liberty set to work. She took the last drink of her soup, tucked the cup into the black messenger bag she wore, and turned away from the rail to walk down the debilitated stairs. Someone had tried to steal her bag once, and it was a mistake that no one ever cared to make again. If the bag got stolen, the people's whose stuff was in it was taken. The people that kept Liberty in the good weren't typically the people you wanted to steal from. She made sure everyone knew that if something happened to her, or her bag, it wasn't her fault. So trying to rob the girl was something like trying to poke a rabid dog with a very short stick.<br/><br/>On her way down the stairs, she paused every now and then. Random men and women coming up to her to purchase a pack of smokes, condoms, toothbrushes, a new shirt, a book, or some other random item that the woman would fish out of her black bag. A morning like any other... well... Who actually knew what time it was?