A map. This would have all been solved hours ago, if she had just remembered to grab a map from the apartment. She'd had the thought, of course, but had been in such a daze that morning, that she'd snatched up the nearest crinkly sheet of paper and prayed it was the right one. As luck would have it... it wasn't, and now she was staring down at an old essay she'd written way back in the fifth grade.

If that wasn't a sign to work on cleaning and organizing her place, she wasn't sure what was. But that could wait; for now, her first and utmost priority was to find the source of the disturbance that had jolted her from a nap twenty minutes ago, deal with it if necessary, and go back to her coffee.

Her senses hadn't been much help, either. "By the mall" only told her so much. Which mall? And where was it? For that matter, where was she? She had thought there was one close to where she lived, but maybe she'd taken one turn too many.

Saga unzipped her jacket, already starting to feel a little overheated despite the thin material. If she kept walking, she'd find it eventually...

... Or him, as the case seemed to be. The man was alone, which in itself was odd, but then again, this city wasn't quite as bustling as its neighboring ones.

Deciding there was no polite way to say, "Hello, are you a disturbance?", the young woman squared her shoulders and stepped closer.

"Hey. Can I help you with something?"