The place Lazarus had been assigned to had been quiet upon their arrival. That wasn’t the worst thing in the world. It was weird though, walking into signs of life and other people’s existence, only to have nothing to attach those remnants to. Of course, they assumed they would meet them in time. For now, the best thing to do was to cafe hop, and maybe take pictures of cool looking buildings on their phone. 

You know, touristy stuff. Everyone has to start somewhere, and Lazarus intended to start by keeping as relaxed as one could be. 

For now, Lazarus is intent on snapping a picture of a very good bird hanging out on the bench next to them. Only, someone steps in the way, and the flash goes off in their face.