Kastaprulyi wanders down the side of the street in the general direction of the Chowderhouse. The young Centauran floats with about four feet of height in the afternoon light. Arizhel walks out from Birthright Parkway, taking a few steps up Plaindid Street before pausing and looking up and down the street in slight confusion. She blinks at the sight of the Centauran floating along, raising a tentative hand in greeting. The ebon-haired woman then looks up and down the street again before turning to head back to the Parkway. Lost? Probably.