Someone who doesn't blend into the crowd as easily as she does is the man wandering along behind her, trying to blend into the crowd. It's a bit difficult, however, given his metal arm. Who knows where his hat is -- lost somewhere in Romania, apparently -- and the sweatshirt that had been covering his arm is somewhere in Berlin, discarded after that man discovered what words to say to turn him into a killing machine.

So he's really not blending in at all.

When she bumps into him, he mumbles an apology in return and tries to back away without drawing attention to himself.