Ren wasn't particularly fond of introductions, that was for sure. She listened and listed off the names and conversations of those around her, eavesdropping only because they were all talking too loud. She looked almost dead sitting there, unmoving, the morning sun beating down on her black coat and cooking her from within. It was a dastardly tactic in attempting to get her to reveal herself, however not having anything to drink in several hours made keeping identity secrecy a little difficult. As much as she didn't [i]want[/i] to associate with the commoners, she may very well be forced to do so, given enough time...

With a gulp, Ren issued an atheist prayer: [color=lightblue][i]'For the love of God, Professor, please can you speed this up...?'[/i][/color] It was but a small request to not have to keep Ren dehydrating any longer. She really wished she'd spent some of her 500p prior to arrival, however she wanted to make sure she could get the cheapest supplies first and look around, rather than buy things blindly. At this point, however, Ren just wanted something to drink, and maybe eat, too. 

That's when she realised vending machines existed!
She looked left...
... Then right...?

... No such luck. By now Ren had no choice but to remove at least her hood, exposing her face to some wind. The gentle breeze from earlier in the morning had faded, however the air suddenly felt a lot cooler with her hood off, and her hair feeling a lot less of a sting. To her fellow motley crew, she probably looked more masculine with her face revealed, what with her harsher complexion and general look of irritation which suited the males a lot more than the females.

... Though, if they looked hard enough without being seen, they may also notice that Ren was simply a rather 'small' young adult.