[The beginnings of the Olivine disaster had taken place in the early morning, too, so it's no surprise that by the time the museum blows, Carmen is already awake and making her way through the sleepy streets of the city. She's lucky in that this time, she's not particularly close to the blast; as tempting as it would be to drop everything and head in that direction as soon as the explosion thundered through the morning air, it's far enough away and she's close enough to her intended destination that she'll leave that one to someone else, and keep heading the last short distance to her intended location.
Maybe they're skewed priorities, and maybe it's a questionable line of logic that's brought her here, but the prevailing thought she can't escape is the fact that these poor girls have been targeted constantly, and she's not going to be able to focus on anything else until she's done something about this.
So here she is, outside the theater (honestly, she's probably on a rooftop or an awning nearby so that she can survey the place from a better vantage point) and taking a look around — checking for anything obviously out of place, ajar doors, broken windows, crying girls, staring passerby, or something equally worthy of notice.]
Kimono Girls Theater
Maybe they're skewed priorities, and maybe it's a questionable line of logic that's brought her here, but the prevailing thought she can't escape is the fact that these poor girls have been targeted constantly, and she's not going to be able to focus on anything else until she's done something about this.
So here she is, outside the theater (honestly, she's probably on a rooftop or an awning nearby so that she can survey the place from a better vantage point) and taking a look around — checking for anything obviously out of place, ajar doors, broken windows, crying girls, staring passerby, or something equally worthy of notice.]