After finishing her turkey, Charna used one of the napkins to gently dab her knee with, trying to clean it. To some extent, it worked. She would still need to put ointment onto it later. She sighed and stood up, leaving the shop after paying and clearing away her stuff. She leaned against the wall near to the entrance of KFT, looking over the tourists and the bus once again. She hadn't payed attention much at all, partly because of sleep, so she didn't notice anything new. She noticed a couple of odd people in the crowd, one of them having a mohawk. She could of sworn she had seen that person before. She would have to look at her profiles of everyone in the town again. For now, though, she would watch. She deciced to record it, simply because she could.