A young girl-- no older than 13, at the most-- passes him. She's walking purposefully, pale eyes scanning around for... something. In one hand, she carefully holds a vividly-colored lotus blossom.

In the other, she holds a large kitchen knife; the manner in which she's holding it implies her intentions with it are anything but benign.

She pauses, glancing the man over, before quickly moving on, searching the area around him for whatever it is she seeks.

"You're new."