[As Luke watches the disorderly people he should be able to pick out Paprika right away. She isn't sickly pale nor are there purple splotches of mud covering her body and her eyes are completely focused on him. In such a dreary dream Luke sticks out like a sore thumb with his normal appearance. Well, normal to Paprika at least. The people who walk by him don't seem to like him very much from what she observes.
She walks toward him, but doesn't say anything as she comes closer. Likewise, she does not acknowledge the existence of the citizens. If he makes eye contact with her he should be able to see right away that she isn't apart of this place. Especially because her filial wings are sticking out, reflecting the scenery behind her as she passes by like a window.]
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She walks toward him, but doesn't say anything as she comes closer. Likewise, she does not acknowledge the existence of the citizens. If he makes eye contact with her he should be able to see right away that she isn't apart of this place. Especially because her filial wings are sticking out, reflecting the scenery behind her as she passes by like a window.]