Dakki proceeded after Garren at a somewhat more leisurely pace. Her legs were longer, so purposeful strides were enough to ensure that she wouldn't be separated from the little pog. It's a walk that does her some good, warming up her joints and making her feel a little more at ease. If she's a little quiet and distracted along the way, that's just because she's noting the path taken and any landmarks along the way. And possibly scanning the horizon for the city's Aetheryte...

She decides that she quite likes Garren's Slammer's place, the moment she sets eyes on it. It was different than the rest of the houses, in a way she couldn't put her finger on... and what a machine the man was working on! He'll find her staring at it curiously when he looks her way, and she needs a moment to notice his gaze. "Ah!" She quickly straightens and gives a little nod-bow of polite acknowledgement and greeting. "I believe so! Your friend Garren mistook me for her, at first. I... hope this isn't too unusual?"

She smooths down the front of her white robes and folds her hands before herself. On her back is a wooden staff, topped with leaves and paper ribbons. (It's as though she's gone and swapped classes with Bakura...) At her hip, however, hangs a sheathed katana.