Ren blinks when she sees a flash of light out of the corner of her eyes. “Wasn’t there a kid just there?” she mutters. Officers start to fill the joint for lunch break and she pulls her hood more over her head and is pushed to the front by the stage after leaving her bill on the table, muttering, “Shit. Can’t I have a moment’s peace?” She crosses her arms and tries to look as inconspicuous as possible, without much success. She crosses her arms and lays them on the table and her head on top of them, looking at the performer.