She leans towards those who call out to her, man, woman, teen, anything really.  She winks, blows kisses, quite the flirty and busty thing she is.  If 'showing off' her body, or what she was doing all night is a problem for her, she doesn't show it.  Quite comfortable letting any and all see just what she is, and what she does.<br/><br/>She wanders.  Exploring, noting the shops, the temples, the places that are there to part a traveler with their coins...much like she tries to do.  A smile worn all through out her little wandering through the growing village, well....not fully.  Such a scream of fear is a mood dampener.  A quickened pace as she move to the home where the crash and scream came from, trying the door first, pushing at it, hoping for it to be unlocked, to enter, and see just what has caused the sounds of fear to be heard in the street.