Ugh. She had been almost finished with her errands when a damn cloud rolled in. There were worst places she could be, but an antique shop wasn't high on her list. Once inside, she sighs and removes her helmet, taking stock of the store in a quick glance.

With no where really to sit without invoking the wrath of the shopkeeper, she wanders stopping only when she notices a young man holding two small children close. Either an older brother or a good samaritan, it's hard to tell.

"Are they yours?"