There was a women lying unconscious in the alley behind the café. Nana blinked down at her bemusedly, both hands wrapped tight around the neck of a heavy trash bag. When she didn’t make any sounds or move, Nana shrugged, and made her way over to the trash bin, hauling the bag up and over into it. She was still in the same spot, sitting up against a wall, by the time Nana made it back to her, so Nana crouched down, and poked her in the cheek, peering down into her pretty face curiously. Later, she admitted to herself, wouldn’t it be more of an adventure if she didn’t tell anyone, and just helped the woman out on her own? Yes, yes it would. So she grinned, and crouched down in front of the woman and carefully lifted her onto her back. --- Nana was used to living life on her own, and on her own terms. Completely alone save for the few strays she took in when she got bored. Lal Mirch was something unexpected, though, and blew her otherwise normal life to smithereens. Namimori and Sawada Iemitsu weren't much better. What was a quiet Mist user minding her own business to do? Have fun with it and run wild, of course.