Tuesday, August 16th, 10:05 AM Year: 852 Trost District

Mikasa wanders the busy streets of Trost, her hands on her ODM gear at all times. She wears a simple outfit - a white collared shirt, black slacks with knee-guards and some simple leather boots. She looks around, her eyes narrowed as she assesses the streets on her usual mid-day patrol.

"Busy today. I wonder why."

She says in a quiet and soft voice to herself. Its clear she has no interest in talking to others.