That's new. It's true that Rinoa has gotten the rundown of the situation since her arrival, but has taken a little to wandering only so much as she's comfortable with to get accustomed to how things work. She's obviously still not very in the know, as it were, about some of the things going on. After what she's seen where she's from, however, there isn't a whole heck of a lot that's caught her completely by surprise.

Really, it's nice that there's a lack of Time Compression, and maybe not quite so much political turmoil. Or so she thinks. She's beginning to think that second thing might not be as true as she'd like it to be.

The cafe is not exactly a new place to her. It is, after all, where she's been situated to work. It's kind of nice to be here without the overhanging concept that she'll have to have an instrument in hand while she sings to sugared up children and what are definitely not your typical house cat. Angelo would have a field day with these little darlings.

She likes the hot cocoa there, though and that's right where she's heading to. Until she bumps into you. Or you. Possibly you over there. Either way, it's a wonder she doesn't spill it.

"Jeez, I'm sorry," she begins with an awkward and stilted laugh. "I didn't get any on you, right?"

Because Rinoa has always been the queen of perfect first impressions.