Downtown Murusa is walking down the street, having just got off shift. Her guard issue spear is magnetized to her back. Her stride is determined as she seems to be moving toward the north. Protofire strides out of one of the small shops here, carrying a package under one arm. He laughs, talking with another guard and very nearly doesn’t watch where he was going. Murusa stops as she hears that laugh, coming just a foot from bumping into the other guard that is with her friend. "Good cycle." she offers with a slow smile. Murusa moves toward the exit as she answers, "That would be acceptable."