[center][h2][color=f49ac2]Grazia[/color][/h2][/center]

Up on a walkway, just outside a busy shipyard, where people both came and went, Grazia stood looking over the railing, down to the streets below. Making an OK symbol with her right hand and putting it over her eye, like some sort of telescope, she surveyed the immediate area. She bared an expectant smile on her face, like a child awaiting a gift. [i][color=f49ac2]Come on, food food food.[/color][/i] She thought to herself, looking for a place where she could get a bite to eat. A fast food joint, a diner, a farmers market. She'd eat some weird alien food if it meant having something that wasn't the tasteless rations that she had been living off of during her time as a stowaway on that transport ship.

[color=f49ac2]Darn![/color] Grazia lightning hit her fist against the railing in annoyance, looking inconvenienced. She was unable to find one from where she was looking. Looked like it might be rations again tonight. [color=f49ac2]Come on, I'm a growing girl! I need my nourishment![/color] She said, looking through her pockets, taking out her wallet. 500 bits... More than enough for lunch. She had to look harder for a place to eat. Giving up? Just accepting defeat after one loss? That wasn't the Nannini way! Hardships like this were unavoidable for a nomad like her. Clenching her fist, her eyes literally shining with determination, she made her way across the walkway.