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[hr][b]Location:[/b]Some Alleyway -> The Block Party
[b]Interacting with:[/b] The nerd and then the crowd
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Mali watched the kid get up to his feet and fiddle around with his clothes and glasses. She almost felt like she should at least call an  ambulance for him or something. Or give him a bandage or something to protect his face from infection. Most of those feelings of sympathy melted away when he opened his mouth and uttered the words "Holy Shoot Fudge" without an ounce of irony or self awareness. From the sound of it, he might have deserved that beating just a bit. A shred of shame and guilt pricked her soul for thinking something that mean. Maybe she should try to say something to make the kid feel less scared? No, nope, he's already running.

Mali looked over the card. [i]Relic, huh? Maybe he should have called them out for help.[/i] Still, it wouldn't hurt to keep it around, even if just as a piece of memorabilia. Well, she still needed to finish her jog, which had gone on way too long and get to the party. She left the alleyway and pulled out her headphones. She popped them back into her ears as she accelerated back to a quick, but manageable run. 

"Well fuck me." She remarked upon returning to the apartment buildings to find the place swarming with people, media and obstructions. Not that saying it aloud did much. The music and crowd were loud enough to mostly drown out her speech even speaking at a decent volume. She grabbed the nearest one with one hand and leaped over it to get into the thick of the crowd. She recognized a couple of the faces as people she had passed or spotted from her window, but most were totally unfamiliar, probably moochers who just showed up for free food and drink. Well, she wasn't going to be able to really get ready for the party proper (something that she was reconsidering given the berth of cameras) until she made it back to the apartment, so she pushed through the crowd, being polite to most, not so much to those giving her any sass. Having fun and partying could come after eating and washing off the sweat and grime of the city.