Neuma stands in a cloak, a hood pulled over her head. She watches the streets at the passersby. For the time being, all is well.
Neuma: Hm...It's so peaceful. They don't even have any idea about the wars going on around them. I'm almost jealous. (Looks up to the sky then back at those walking, going on about their business) I wish I could...(holds her left "arm" up and stares at the bandages wrapped around it) No, it isn't going to happen.
Neuma turns and begins to walk down the alley, almost made invisible by the veil of shadows around her.