Noticing Rat tail's look, that's what terra had decided to call him in her head, she blinked flatly at the man and allowed one finger to run the length of her knife hilt almost lovingly.  Then returned her attention to the group at large.  

Jenga pulled on his long coat once outside, pushing up his sleeves and cracking his fingers before starting on his way out of the Green District and into the Gold.  the Districts went from Green, to Gold, to Grey, to White.  White housed nobility, grey housed Marshalls and soldiers, barracks, and Gold housed the civilians that didn't dare move to the Green.  the Green was just, the green.  Jenga rather liked it here in the Green District, but always enjoyed a walk through the others.  And that's what it would take to get to Grey.