There were booths everywhere, and past them were lines going into restaurants and shops. 

A poster on the wall announced it was Sanctuary's 15th annual celebration, running from 2 PM until 10 PM, with fireworks and... What the hell was a 'night market'? Was that like a red light district? Was this why Uncle Oscar liked this place?

"Okay, they're all getting set up, I need directions....

There was a booth with policemen....

[i]There hasn't been anything in the news[/i], she frowned. [i]They won't be looking for me, right? Certainly not like this, and certainly not here.[/i]

Brushing a few of the white hairs that had managed to work free from under the bandana aside and squaring her shoulders, Kat and her bicycle made their way through the crowd to the police booth.

"Excuse me," she smiled. "I'm new to town and I'm looking for a grocery store, could you please direct me?"