So, with a sigh, the blonde slipped her duffel over her shoulder after rising - and then simply stepped off the covered walkway. Very few noticed as she plummeted towards the ground.

That said, when she landed noisily on a lower, uncovered walkway, the few students present there sure noticed.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" one of the students cried, as she stood from crouching. The blonde looked to the male, her deep green eyes narrowed. He stumbled to a stop, stunned. Her gloveless arm was badly scarred, as was her face - terrible scarring that started just below her eyes, traveling all the way down to her jaw - four lines, as if something had clawed her to Hell and back. Further scarring passed from just above and below her right eye, cutting bare tracks through her scalp on the right side.

Still more scarring was present, smaller scars on her scalp or face, one entire eyebrow near missing.

"Do I look like I need your fucking help, kid?" she asked. Despite the calmness of her tone, there was something terrible in her words. It felt as though she looked right through him, as if he was nothing but meat and bone, something that was, in that moment, a mere thing that was in his way.

He stumbled back from her, falling on his ass. With a scoff, she strode past him, past a group of stunned students, heading for the stairs leading down to the ground level square. The young man on the ground stared at where she'd landed, eyes wide. The tiles decorating the floor of the walkway were shattered, flecks and chunks scattered around.

"W-What the hell?" he gasped, looking over his shoulder for her - but she was already out of sight, heading into the crowds for free food.