Without the need for an alarm Han rose from her bed at an exact hour to go see a vintage boot specialist. She had no need for rest though with how low she was running on money she thought it would be best to save as much as possible, if she did not move as much then she would not need to eat as much food. However, whenever she did have to move she needed shoes, and as any hipster knows, they had to be nice shoes from a hundred years ago. [i]'Let's see... Oh yup, there it is.'[/i] She thought as she reached for her phone, checked the messages sent to one of the anonymous board members, where she met the one capable of mending her boots, and readied herself to drive to the location of the tailor.

Her apartment was quite nice, having a lot of space, two bathrooms, and two bedrooms, one of which was used more as an office than anything else while leaving the master bedroom which had a connected bathroom as a normal bedroom. Located in Greenpoint, it was the perfect place to camouflage her 'historical appreciation' for 1940s Germany. After a nice and brief shower she readied herself to go out, taking her pair of worn paratrooper boots and placing them on a bag before going down without eating breakfast. On her way down she greeted and got compliments on her retro style, further exemplifying how oblivious the others were to what exactly she was wearing.

Han opened her car door and placed the white bag containing her worn boots on the passenger side before turning on the engine, waiting for it to heat up, and then left calmly to her destination. Although she knew the way to the warehouse where she'd meet the tailor, she enabled the built-in navigation system in her car. It sometimes guessed right which way to go to avoid traffic, good enough and certainly better than her in this regard. The drive was uneventful, she only listened to music as she made her way there, a mix of metal and electronic music. Unknown to her even her taste in music was set beforehand by her creator to match an European.

The modified 2008 C63 silver gray Mercedes-Benz came to a stop just in front of the dilapidated warehouse. The neighborhood did not look any better but this was the only person Han managed to fight, able to maintain and fix her boots, with a sigh after looking at the surroundings she took her white plastic bag and exited the car. The electric tint made it impossible to look into the car, something not true for those looking from inside to outside, which led to Han only being visible once she got out. Rapidly, she walked across the street and towards what she suspected was the entrance to the warehouse, looking both ways to make sure no strangers were coming before she made her way there. Her gait was slightly rushed as one would expect from any upper middle class person who is put into a not perfect area.

"Uh-" A female voice said from behind Mateo before Han entered the premises. "Are you Fesyen?" She asked as the short man was completely camouflaged from her by the many things inside the warehouse. Her pale blue eyes met with Mateo, her gaze uncertain and slightly worried about the man not too far away from her. From her pristine pale skin, short grunge naturally blonde hair, black jeans and leather boots, and a darker black Metallica 'Ride the Lightning' t-shirt it was clear she was not only foreign to the neighborhood but also its way of life and inhabitants. "I came to get these fixed, we met on the board. I’m Han."