Seras let herself get pulled along by Damon as they moved through the bustling street.
He stopped suddenly, a small frown forming on his face.
"Hmmm." He made a small sound under his breath.
Seras smiled faintly.
"Ahhh, you see it, don't you... I passively have the aura of war and carnage around me. That doesn't exactly attract people."
Damon turned around with a sneer.
"Looks like the food stall I was hoping to eat at is sold out."
He pointed at a stand where a fat human man was packing up, a sold-out sign written boldly across his stand.
"Seriously, who the hell gets sold out on the first day..."
He waved his hand dismissively.
"Come on, there's another place. It's something of a hole in the wall though."
Seras blinked in surprise, then laughed softly.
Looking at her hand, she muttered, "You have no idea how many times I've thought of killing you within...."
"Twenty-five times." Damon cut her off with a calm expression.
