The sun is high in the sky, the Californian blistering summer heat makes the East Ender sweat from all her pores, she has just arrived and is already missing home or at least ac. Despite the obvious discomfort there she is, near the hot dog stand, seating on her black motorcycle and admiring the kine going about their miserable and meaningless life.
The Mystagogue is wearing jean shorts, a worn black shirt that has been washed one too many times with a faded alien stamped on it showing the middle finger. She is sporting her shades, some polarized Raiban with round lenses, the only accouterments that don't seem to be somehow counterfeit or worn. She bought it on duty free on her way to the US. On her feet she wears tightly fit black army boots and her hair is tied in a up do.
Black Swan is patiently waiting for someone while reading messages in her mobile phone and pondering weather she will go and pick a hot dog by the hot dog stand that has no queue or if she chooses the ice cream van on the other side of the road that suddenly has a small crowd hoping to find relief from the heat.
The sight and the shield she cast in the hostel after she left her stuff would keep her safe and aware for the time being...