Annabel barely heard a word Red said as she scoured the stalls for some food. She had just purchased a small basket of fruits when she heard him say, "I'll be at the usual place." Before she could stop him and give him the food, he was gone.
"Well then.." she said under her breath. Where was she going to go now? She knew she would have plenty of time to kill so she walked the streets, showing off Powder to anyone you asked her about the bird.
Once she was done, Annabel found herself a little lost. She scolded herself for not paying more attention. With a sigh, she mounted Powder in attempt to see if anything looked familiar. Nothing did. Great, now what? She decided it would be best to go back the way she came and headed back down the road. Thankfully, she started to recognize the area and ended up back near the docks. Red would probably be waiting for her by now, she should--
Upon hearing someone shouting about a gunblade, Annabel lost her train of thought. She looked around for the source and spotted a young man with said weapon. She had always found the weapons fascinating but far too complex for herself to use. She stared at the weapon for a moment too long and realized she had stopped Powder to do so. She felt her face flush with embarrassment and spurred Powder on to the meeting place.