Oh look, it's milliways.

Good thing she's taken to wearing the full walker-suit whenever she's outside a big city. Even with Feume to help her, it makes her feel safe. Even if it marks her as a weirdo and maybe a 'mon at first glance for most people.

She makes her way in, the seven-foot articulated armor ducking through the doorframe, and has a good old German meal (nostalgic!) and a nice cup of juice from Bar, chats with some interesting but busy people, runs with Feume out back for a while and lets him graze, then sets up at her post in the Security room with her walker in standing rest, brushing her first and only 'mon's hair contently.

The door opens for plenty of other people while she stands by. Good Security days are when she doesn't have to do anything but be imposing.