"You'd think right," the woman who had been passing when the sounds of splashing in the fountain had halted her. It's one of the first she's seen since her own arrival and she can't just walk away from her. Turning slightly she reached over to offer the woman a hand in pulling her out.

"It's no New York, either," She adds, "or any other place anyone seems to know." Save the people that had been here a while, but even those didn't have this place to call one they know. She offers an apologetic look, however and glances to the bag the woman had plucked him.

"That'll have more clothes for you in it."