Nova walked down the street, observing the fine day contently. Clothed in all black, she wore a loose, long sleeved shirt with draping cuffs, a leather bodice, a belt decorated with various impliments, most of them weapons, tight fitting leggings and leather boots with silver buckles. Her wavy brown hair rested on her shoulders and to anyone who knew what they were talking about, she was obviously dressed for fast running, tricky manouvers and maybe even a sneaky escape. However, most people around here didn't know what they were talking about, so she looked like an assasin, a spy, a mercinary or a theif. People didn't think highly of her, either way.
Commotion down the street caught her attention. Someone was running from some guards. An outside, like herself, probably. He ran past, and she didn't move, just waited for them to pass.
Soon, he was back and making a scene of jumping on members of the public. She didn't take much notices, really. Not her business.