That was fine with them, since they didn’t mind the cold breeze that would slip through. Guardian shifted with the crowd, and was one of the last to join inside, forcing them to a seat closer to the door. Their idle observations were interrupted by the train pulling slowly up into the station, other travelers spilling out while the rest waited to start piling in. Guardian had a kind, giving heart, but this did not make them go forth to approach any of them. Normally, it never painted a target on anyone's back, as all they collected was knowledge for the most part, but it never paid to be too trusting. They saw only four other drifters across the platform, their droids giving them away. Guardian never felt like they stood out in these types of crowds, their bright pink helmet nearly blended in with the vast array of other travelers scattered about. However, the majority that crowded the streets were more like themself, travelers and vagabonds of all kinds. Any lack of a backpack was always a telltale sign on who lived in the area. They could tell who was a local here by a quick glance the people who wore more formal clothes or too much jewelry. The buzzing of the crowd around them was put from their mind as they observed for a moment. Their companion sprite bobbed near their shoulder, hands clasped against their hips under their cloak. Guardian was standing tall besides a transit station, heaving backpacking weighing their shoulders. It was a lonely lifestyle, often being rarely known beyond physical appearance, leaving only a footprint or a whispered word about them before disappearing in the wind. Traversing the bustling streets of a huge, towering city was far from ideal for any drifter.
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