The locals seemed to be easy to spot. Or maybe it was that the refugees tended to stand out. Molly wasn't sure exactly how to classify it, but she was pretty certain this woman wasn't a local.
"Hey," she greeted as their paths brought them into close proximity. She smiled and nodded, her eyes gentle and she hoped her stance wasn't closed off. The last thing she needed, or even wanted, was to set this other person on guard. Refugee or otherwise, she wanted to remain friendly and neutral.