[Wilson is out stalking the streets; quiet, alone, but alert, his eyes out as he takes in every detail of the bizarre metropolis. The streets are just gritty enough for his tastes, and though the buildings are a tad more imposing than he's used to, the population much larger, he's welcoming of the challenge.
Emma sticks out like a sore thumb, and not just because he's good at reading people. She's hardly assimilated, even by the standards of a world made up like a haphazard collage of other realities, and he can't help but notice that she seems to be wandering rather aimlessly. Having been walking across from her, he crosses the street and approaches her.]
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Emma sticks out like a sore thumb, and not just because he's good at reading people. She's hardly assimilated, even by the standards of a world made up like a haphazard collage of other realities, and he can't help but notice that she seems to be wandering rather aimlessly. Having been walking across from her, he crosses the street and approaches her.]
Haven't been here long, have you?