Mizuki slows once she notices a crowd around the restaurant, many visitors and others, tourists from other nations come to see the festival. She wrings her hands around the sling of her satchel as she looks around for anyone she could approach.
From the corner of her eye, she eventually catches sight of a struggling staffsperson—likely from the restaurant, because they're wearing a uniform Mizuki briefly recalls—trying to stack the boxes.
Seeing as though there's no one around her, she approaches her with curiosity, hoping she'll get some guidance if she's polite enough.
"Are you okay?" she asks first, though it seems nobody is in Astrum.
"C-Could you help me pick up these boxes? I just need to move them to the backdoor," she pleads, beads of sweat streaming down her face.
Mizuki glances down at the crates and then the scrawny figure trying to lift them, realising it would be rude to freeload off a favour without helping in return.
