Somehow reluctant to hold hands... not yet... Jadna follows Mars through the weaving corridors of brick until they reach the stream... she doesn't like the idea of stepping into it, clearly... it could be waste, or sewer, or god knows what...<br/><br/>Fighting off a light shiver, she eyes the water a moment, barely able to make it out in the evening light... or lack thereof.<br/><br/>She hesitantly toes the water, trying not to make a sound, constantly on watch for whatever made the noise.