The bag rustled as she walked.

She shoes clacked against the concrete sidewalk, the sun hitting her as she went. One hand was firmly in her pocket, the other on the straps of her duffle bag. The contents were obscured, but there was the sound of paper rubbing against paper every step she made. She looked like someone focused, someone concentrating. For Mizuki Kumiko was deep in thought, as she walked down the sidewalk. Unlike other times where more pressing matters filled her mind, today's thoughts were on her hunger. For the moment, she had not particularly a large amount of money, and she was hungry. She had to eat something. Kumiko could ignore her desire to eat no longer. As she walked, she glanced to her side. There was a storefront. A tall woman had just walked in. There was a boy getting food. She could smell food being prepared...

Turning towards the storefront, Kumiko approached, only to pause for a moment. There were... other people. What's more, there was the owner of the storefront. What could she do, really? Having to talk with them if they struck up conversation... It would just be annoying. A hassle. Kumiko didn't feel like dealing with something like that right now. And yet... she was hungry. There was really no denying that she was hungry, not at all. But... to have to talk to these people...

To bystanders, it would seem if the girl had simply stopped, hunger warring with irritation inside her.