[It's not necessarily that Lisa can't drive herself - she doesn't want to, cars are expensive and that's yarn money! Bus fare is cheaper. When there. Are buses. Which is clearly not any time this month, as she waits more-or-less patiently in line for one to head home after her grocery shopping (one of these days she'll find a store in Koubai that sells her usual odds and ends!), which is stuffed in her canvas tote bag, itself slung over her rain-jacketed shoulder. She's not nearly as miserable as she was last month, but the sheer press of people makes her a little nervous...
...which seems to have been the right decision, as the next bus that pulls in lets a few people off and then what feels like eighty people all rush the doors from all directions. She's pushed sideways - already a problem given the kinda-heavy bag hanging from her - and then someone else is shoved into her from in front, sending her back at an awkward angle, and she lets herself go down rather than try to stay standing and twisting an ankle. She'd have been able to recover from one direction, but both-
-hang on, she recognizes that shock of hair in front of her. Almost automatically, her arms come up to catch the smaller figure before both of them hit the sidewalk, Lisa falling onto her rear end then dropping onto her back. The fall is short and she manages not to fall on her tote bag, which probably would have hurt rather more. Still, she groans softly.]
Why do we even have lines... are you okay, Illya-chan?
transportation;
...which seems to have been the right decision, as the next bus that pulls in lets a few people off and then what feels like eighty people all rush the doors from all directions. She's pushed sideways - already a problem given the kinda-heavy bag hanging from her - and then someone else is shoved into her from in front, sending her back at an awkward angle, and she lets herself go down rather than try to stay standing and twisting an ankle. She'd have been able to recover from one direction, but both-
-hang on, she recognizes that shock of hair in front of her. Almost automatically, her arms come up to catch the smaller figure before both of them hit the sidewalk, Lisa falling onto her rear end then dropping onto her back. The fall is short and she manages not to fall on her tote bag, which probably would have hurt rather more. Still, she groans softly.]
Why do we even have lines... are you okay, Illya-chan?