The city was still on the unfamiliar side to Khait, but she'd had plenty of years to learn her place within human society, so she knew how other humans would regard her... those unfamiliar with elves saw her as a teenager in fine armor-- assuming she was some costumed noble, with her unblemished face and fine, enameled armor that they assumed, mistakenly, had probably never even seen battle.  Those who knew of the elves might assume she was some emissary or paladin... beautiful, tall for a human girl, but unmistakably elven in features.  Any who look can see in her ageless eyes the experience of years, whether regarding the tragic, desperate, enraged or heroic, without any hint of surprise or despair.  Other elves, though, and the most perceptive, might notice something else... everything about her fine armor, the great blade at her back, even the measured pace of her walk speaks softly of<i>humanity</i>, and though a preternatural grace pervades her movement, she has an almost military bearing.<br/><br/>Regardless, the competence and casual confidence about the tall, fiery-haired woman is enough to dissuade molestation by most street vendors and pickpockets, though she draws more than a few stares.  Still, as she crosses a cartpath, steering herself between the dried, worn stones of the street, she hears the crowds abuzz-- thinking she must have broken some custom, she flushes very slightly and moves to the side of the pedestrian walkway at a chuch's open-air nave, finding the shade of high stone arches preferable and quieter-- only to realize that, for the moment, she hasn't done anything wrong... everyone's chattering about someone else, thank the gods.<br/><br/>"--completely naked, I tell you, and quite the form--" "--if she was a mule, I'd trade my SHOP for a ride--" "--n't you see the gear she carried?! a witch, I say, and she'd fry you like a sheep's eye if you--"<br/><br/>Khait's eyes narrow at this, so she sidles out from the porch and looks up the street-- and, surely, there was no exaggeration.  In the street beyond, a young woman moves as casually and nakedly as a garden-born fawn... nice to look upon, that was for certain, but clearly a stranger in this town from the reaction she'd drawn.<br/><br/>Lost in a momentary daze, Khait finds herself smiling with a schoolchild's amorous appreciation before realizing herself and righting herself with a shake of her head.  "Gods be praised," she says under her breath.<br/><br/>A small crowd of workers in soot-blacked aprons, their eyes a reversed panda-mask of smudge where they'd lifted their goggles, moves by where Khait stands, speaking in raspy voices between haggard coughs.  She finds this considerably more unnerving than the sight of a naked girl, and she opts to walk on.<br/><del><br/>She reaches the corner of the main street and, seeing a wildly-dressed young woman approaching in the street ahead, decides that today may turn out to be quite a day after all... spying Angelique is equally diverting as seeing the naked young woman in full public view, though it doesn't stir as much protective concern.  Sizing up the lovely young woman's perfectly-interlaced armor and costume, Khait leaps to the assumption that the lady in the crowd ahead of her must be an adventurer, and-- if luck held-- a competent one, to be so brazen.  <br/><br/>"You there," she calls, her armor and blazing hair making it possible to draw Angelique's eye quickly despite the milling crowd.  "May I trouble you for your time a moment, m'Lady?"  She offers a reassuring smile, lifting one gauntleted hand in an offer of greeting.</del><br/><br/>She keeps near the one attracting so much attention, knowing that-- as is the nature of mortals-- good attention frequently is followed by<i>bad</i>attention.  She finds ramshackle collection of crates and strewn, broken masonry, and decides that's as good a place as any to put her shoulder to a corner and watch the crowd.