Ala traveled along the northern edge of the Washington Monument Group, wishing to be else where but there. Her brown eyes flickered at all the older kids stumbling around and causing a complete ruckus. The nine year old was nervous to say the least, loud noise never spelled for a good rest later on but it always gave her a chance to steal a decent meal from some poor unsuspecting sod. Her stomach growled in anticipation for the possibility of a decent meal.