Breakfast is slightly more reminiscent of things she had in her childhood, chiefly when she was able to eat at the Barnes' table, since she and her ma rarely had the money for hearty food, and she spends it trying not to stare at Eskel's pencil too much.

For some reason, out of everything that she's seen so far, it's the pencil that's the most jarring.

She enjoys the market, though, allowing herself to admire the hustle and bustle of it all as she trails Eskel between the tables and stalls. People stare at her, but not as much as she was afraid they might, and she's definitely used to ignoring the prickle that comes with being ogled at, so that doesn't bother her. When people try a little too hard to convince her to purchase something she doesn't need, she demurs in a pidgin of what German she remembers from the war and the Russian she taught herself when she was first trying to bring Bucky home, hoping that the people here won't understand her.

They might. She doesn't consider it until it's too late, though, and then she has to commit.