You walked out into the middle of Atlantide, cloak on and head down. You'd learnt the ways of the new world- keep your head down, get in, get out. Don't be friendly, don't talk to anyone. No one is your friend.

You didn't notice until it was too late, someone bumping into you.

Shit... "Sorry," you said without looking up.

"Oh, don't worry, it's fine," the person purred.

You gave her an apologetic look before heading on your way.