[It's sure as fuck not easy to blend in, even in a place like this, and Anne's never liked standing out. Not like Jack does. So she's lingering around the edges of buildings, back to the wall, hat pulled down so she's peering out from under the brim with one eye partially obscured, scanning the area, keeping at the edges of crowds, in the shadows. The market's impressive enough, even if she doesn't understand the half of what she sees in the stalls, all lights brighter than the brightest she's ever seen, and all wild colours like blue and purple. For someone used to lamplight and firelight, it's jarring, so she tends to keep a distance.

She's safely under a stone ledge by a building near the wall when she sees it, some kind of monster, like a giant lizard with fucking wings, a dragon or something, swooping down out of the sky with a piercing screech, setting on someone who wasn't paying attention.]

Fuck sake...

[Sliding out into the sun, she pulls out her pair of vicious daggers and drives one between the creature's wings with a grunt of effort, hanging on by the grip it provides and trying to use the other to slash a wing.]

[ooc: She's more likely to come to the aid of a woman, but the victim being a man wouldn't stop her.]

[It isn't every day you come across a market where everything's free, and Anne doesn't have any intention of passing it up. She's drawn mostly to meat and sweets, plucking up small servings here and there and eating them with a surprising delicacy considering her rough appearance and the smudges of dirt on her face and hands.

Even though she's still on guard as she always is, this place sets her at ease, for all it seems too good to be true, and she's a little more apt to make eye contact, to pause to listen to an explanation. And when she finds a familiar jug and two rough metal cups, and the pouring reveals it's the type of shitty rum from a long haul out at sea, she's inclined to share it, holding the second cup out to whoever's nearby and unoccupied. For all that she's offering, her expression is still serious, a little skeptical.]

Rum?

Want to get her a gift? She would love weapons (especially fine, sturdy knives or daggers), beads for her hair, scarves in various fine fabrics with bright patterns, or jewelry.

[The video feed turns on to show Anne's face at a particularly unflattering angle as she stares at the device she's holding. Her nose is wrinkled slightly into a sneer, lip slightly curled, expression distinctly disgusted at this flimsy device she doesn't understand. After a moment, she realizes it's like a mirror, showing her face, and she lifts it, brows furrowing in confusion.]

The fuck is this?

[And the feed disengages abruptly. All responses will be in text.]

Anne will be in the hospital for the first couple days after her arrival recovering from events in canon, then she'll be out and about exploring, wandering the apartment buildings, mostly observing. She's quiet, but will respond if approached.