To say that the past few days had been hell for Nishi would be the understatement of the century. Well, let's just say it'd be an understatement. Besides being confused and disoriented and not knowing anyone, she couldn't remember anything after sitting in that freezing airport waiting for her flight to New York. Not knowing anyone didn't really bother her so much as not knowing where she was and what was around. Everytime she saw something zoom over her head she ducked because she assumed it was falling out of the sky. She knew she looked like a crazy person when she roamed the streets, trying to figure out where the hell she was and where she could find a good damn cup of coffee. A regular cup of coffee. That day, she found herself wandering around the North Sector and, what should she find? A coffee shop that didn't look like it would stand up and fly off. Nishi was quick to grab onto the small gift of normalcy.
Stepping inside, she cursed under her breath at the long line. She remembered being a generally patient person, one who loved packing her schedule full of things to do because she was good at it, for one, and because she liked to keep busy. These days she didn't do much and all that sitting around had given her a migraine. She didn't remember getting those either but lately it felt like her head was being split in half with no remorse. It made sleeping exceedingly difficult. When she finally got to the register, she placed an order for a simple cappuccino with extra foam and stepped to the side to wait for it, her head resting on her hand as she tried to calm the now dull pain. Before the woman behind the counter could even finish relaying the order for pick-up, Nishi had it out of her hand and inhaled the rich scent, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she stepped forward. If she'd known that things would take a turn for the worse (and the painful), she definitely would've nixed the sudden need for sugar. Stopping in her tracks, she turned quickly but failed to move out of the way with the same speed. Nishi saw everything before it happened- the collision, the hot coffee splattering everywhere, the look of horror on the man's face- but nothing prepared her for the pain she felt on her legs.
Dropping her own coffee in the process, she threw her hands up as if that'd protect her from the steaming, dark liquid and gasped loudly, looking down at her stained skirt and the bottom of her shirt. Her legs burned and a quick look alerted her to the fact that coffee was running down them and into her shoes. Her expression slowly transformed into one of fury and she glared up at the owner of the other coffee drink and- in her opinion- the cause of the collision. "Are you out of your fucking mind?! Do you even look where you're going?!" She knew people were staring at them but all she could think about at that moment was how she wanted to be anywhere but there and the growing pain in her head. Ignoring his apologies and idiotic arm flapping (the man looked like he was trying to fly), she pushed past him to get to the napkins, grabbing a fistful and dabbing at herself like that'd help the situation. Great, now she was disoriented and sticky.