Ann is still trying to find her footing here, and there aren't a lot of places she finds herself feeling comfortable in, yet. The Velvet Room is entirely out, given that she can't look at Igor without tensing and thinking of Yaldabaoth. It's fine for a quick trip through to elsewhere, but she doesn't like to linger.

So...Tokyo it is, even if it's a way creepier (and emptier) Tokyo than the one she's used to. She's actually been spending most of her time Yongen-Jaya; she hasn't quite worked herself up to the point of going into Leblanc yet, but even the streets surrounding it are homely in a way the rest of the city just isn't, even if the people in it are as fake as the rest. It's a nice place to sit and kill a few hours in silent rumination.

She hasn't seen anyone else real around yet--which, granted, she's barely been here for very long herself, so it's possible she just hasn't been loitering around at a time other people have come here--so it's a shock when she spots a familiar head of hair standing outside of Leblanc's door.

Her breath catches in her throat, even though she knows that it's probably not her best friend, from back home. "Ryuji?"