Blaze steps into the back of the line at the outermost door.
He stands there with hands slightly raised, hovering around his waist, always ready to react to some unknown threat.
His upbringing has caused him to be extra careful around people, especially in a crowded place like here, where you can easily be pickpocketed.
A kid runs up to him with a tray of items being strapped onto his chest. On the tray are several particular items: jewelry, small knives, and even some pearls that resemble the Crisis Core.
"Big bro! Do you want to buy some things? I have all sorts of items right here..."
The kid advertises his items passionately. Blaze knows all of what he is saying are lies, but he still humors the kid.
"Your items sound awesome, kid. But I'm broke. Can't buy any of your fancy items."
The kid pouts immediately but quickly covers it up with a smile.
"If you have some creds, remember to buy some from me!"
Blaze smiles, nodding without giving any actual answers.
