[Reyoki]

Maki grinned as she left the best barbecue shop in Old Tokyo. She had been able to score some food in exchange for a little manual labor, but she hadn't managed to find herself any shoes. Thus, she was still barefoot. Small rocks and... other things... irritated the soles of her feet as she walked, and her grin was quickly turning into a scowl with each passing step. She winced when her foot met with a particularly large rock, and then growled at the offending stone. "Alright, that's it, I'm going back to Bandanna Man's place!" she shouted to no one in particular and stormed off once again in the direction of the Shrine District.

Once she reached the Shrine District, she started grumbling about 'inconsiderate bastards' and how much her feet were starting to hurt. It had been a while since she'd gone barefoot anywhere, and most of the callouses she'd built up had begun to smooth out again.

The people in Roland's neighborhood were staring at her and muttering to one another again. Maki glared at some of them, but didn't do anything about them... well, that is, until someone decided to throw an orange at her. She felt it hit her just below her right shoulder blade and froze just around the corner to the steps up to Roland's place. She turned around and gazed heatedly in the direction from which the fruit had been thrown. "You folks got somethin' to say to me?" she said lowly as she started flexing her fingers, expecting someone to come at her.

Edge wandered around the docks, looking for any 'Help Wanted' signs. The top brass of the Punishers had told everyone to lay low, so Lillian had decided that finding herself a temp job would be a good idea. After all, it wasn't like the bases would be letting people in and out for a while, not after what had happened to that Flame base.

She pulled some jerky out of her bag and took a bite of it. She leaned against a bait shop and gazed out over the dilapidated harbor, watching the fishing boats come and go. It would be hard for a quiet girl like herself to find work, but she could literally strong-arm her way into some.

Speaking of which, she rolled her injured shoulder a couple times, grimacing at the twinge of pain that went down her arm. She would probably have to get it looked at, but going to a hospital was too risky and any Skull-run medical facilities were probably no different now with all the Hunters about. She let out a quiet 'hmm' as she pondered what to do next.