Fumeko exited Palais Front-de-Mer, with only a couple of GAS agents surveying her departure out the doors. She glanced past the wrought iron fences, towards the general public.
'…' She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Opening them back up again, she focused on the location—past the fence. Her figure slanted a bit ahead and then wobbled back.
…
…
Fumeko groaned and massaged the bridge of her nose. 'How am I supposed to work with others if I can't even work with myself…'
"Bb-blast."
The GAS agents shuffled under ceilings. An afternoon shower drizzled down onto her head. She opened up her eyes slightly to glare at the sheer insult committed by the world.
"Excuse me miss; I'd like to leave soon?" the carriage driver who was parked by the side called out.
Fumeko side-eyed.
_
"Drop me off here thanks."
