Kazia was adapting well to Gdańsk better than she was initially worried she would. Originally, she had been worried about making new friends, being at loathe to leave her old team. They were a tight knit group once, broken apart not by some tragedy in combat but the plain necessity of her parents moving to a new city. 

Her worries had been quickly quelled when she met Serafina. Immediately striking up what she could safely call a friendship, the two had fought together through several battles in (un)surprisingly busy Gdańsk. While it was not the same as having a full team, having just the two of them seemed to have its own comforts. Namely, the much reduced risk of disagreements and interfighting which her old leader had dealt with so efficiently with a charm and charisma Kazia was not confident she had. 

Being the proud owner of a bicycle, Kazia did not take public transportation like Serafina did. As such, she had much more leeway when it came to getting to places on time - not only could she fail to miss her bicycle as opposed to a bus or train but if needed be she could always take several shortcuts. Side-streets, Alleys, parks, forests, [s]people's lawns[/s].  Despite all of this however, she had barely made it to the prearranged meeting location and locked her bike when she heard her name being called. 

Turning and looking towards the source of the sound, she saw Serafina completely disregarding any idea of slowing down as she plowed right towards her. Kazia only had a brief moment to spread her arms to accept either an incoming hug or tackle, something which was only possible for her through months of dealing with life and death situations.