Yonaka stumbled off the train, moving like a sleepwalker lost in a foggy dream. She barely seemed aware of her surroundings, her thoughts turned inward. Worry creased her pale face rather than fear, though her dark eyes held a shadow of something deeper. She drifted along the platform, then caught sight of you and hurried over, her steps quick but unsteady. "Hey..." she started, her voice as hazy as her gaze. "Where am I...?"