Anger, hate, frustration, fury, irritation, annoyance, revulsion, and exasperation were the few words Orva could use to describe how she felt when trying to ask for a simple direction from a street vendor. After that chilling encounter with the strange van, Orva was cautious with every move she made. She wanted to outsmart the van by blending in, then she can get a few supplies and make a run for it the moment she finds the right time. All would have gone better if it wasn't for the street vendor that made asking a problem.
Not that Orva couldn't navigate her way but this was a new country with new people, and self-exploring will be impossible when she is now wanted by Sinclair. After taking a few walks and some time to relax, Orva boarded a bus traveling to San Fransisco hoping she would be able to hide there in the meantime while she tried to regain her life.
