Waypoint Trade Station
Near Rot Mädchen
Coming out from a nearby alley, the short and heavily bundled figure seemed to have overshot their step as they moved back in the direction they had come. Their sudden change in direction sent a few small groupings of ice off of their form, which separated mid-air or upon impact with the ground below. Now under the marginal shade of a nearby business' overhang, they looked one way and then the next, making the goggles that conformed around their facial features glint between a series of deep colors as they reflected light. The figure's head continued to look one way and the next and the fluffy white bauble on the back of their over-sized beanie bounced about. Then, the bundled form set off once more, this time along the open corridor of Waypoint Station. Their flat-heel and fur-lined boots pressed hard into the ground until stopping outside of Rot Mädchen. The figure raised a hand and pulled at the scarf wrapped about their neck, chin, cheeks, and more.
Pulling the warmth away, the Iromakuanhe exposed her short, perked nose first before her agape mouth could be seen. Her teeth paled in contrast to her dark skin as her smile showed moments after she had stooped to smell the potted flower near the door where she stood. Her body straightened as her head raised high. With her mouth closed, her smile widened and she looked to be bending backwards. A moment later, she shook off her body and began unzipping her coat as she entered the café-by-day.
Once inside the foyer, she had stomped off any residual snow and taken off her scarf and gargantuan jacket and hung them on a rack. It seemed she had been prepared for her time in the snow during the tundra park's event as she was further bundled and layered below the jacket. A turtleneck peeked out from under a thermal shirt and a baseball-style tee, which had on top of it a Spaceway Adventure Land novelty shirt. She shook out each of her booted legs, as if trying to get the blood flowing, while looking between the rest of the café and the door. Her leggings were faded, but black, and wrinkled at the joints in a way that made it semi-apparent that there were a few layers of clothing and warmth underneath them. She looked into her jacket and held down a thumb to an unobtrusive button for two seconds before moving away and into the cafe.
She stopped walking when she was near the person tending the bar, but had not turned. Her body stayed pointedly fixed towards the back of the bar. She raised a hand and slid her goggles off of her eyes so that they laid against her shirts and kept walking once more. She stopped once she was able to look at the recreation of the record player more closely, about two feet away from its stand. She bent at the waist, peering at the device, then took a step forward, eyes level with the spinning vinyl. She continued to inspect it, though didn't move from the area of the musical source.