Krissy is still trying to figure out what the hell she's supposed to be doing with herself and her time here. She's pretty sure there no university for her to apply to and so far she doesn't see evidence of monsters to hunt. There are few things she's really good at, but that was probably the most useful skill she had that would cause anyone to want to kidnap her.

She's checking out the main island, noting various shops and wondering just what she was doing here when she runs into someone. Well, almost. She manages to stop short and dodge a full-blown collision, instead ending up with not much more than a shoulder bump. "Sorry," she mutters, not entirely sincere, but it's a platitude the general population expected.