"Drifters?" Mia says with a bit of sympathy. "I can't really imagine a life like that. This is perhaps the first time I've been away from home, and... it's not exactly the most ideal of circumstances." She gestures to the city around her and the crisp winter air; this isn't the first time she's not had a roof over her head, but it has been the first time that she's not had one without a good reason.

"I was tossed out yesterday, so just the one night," she tells Nabooru honestly. "To be entirely truthful, it's not the cold that bothers me but the lack of finding a place that I feel safe to shut my eyes. Especially with the sudden jump of everyone's nerves over all this gold. What's to stop some of them from thieving from the suddenly homeless foreigners in town?"