Blind Seer's ears were laid flat against his head, though he did an admirable job of appearing otherwise calm. Firekeeper did her best but couldn't keep an obvious tension from her posture and movements, and both were still flinching at loud noises. Curiosity was beginning to get the better of fear in her, at least; she was scurrying up to objects and buildings and examining them with interest, particularly ones that seemed related to nothing from Hawk Haven, or even the more exotic New Kelvin.
She saw a woman nearing, carrying a cup and... something. Some food-like thing that she had seen a few other pedestrians carrying before now. She could smell it over the city stink and the warm smell of the coffee--something yeasty and sweet. Like a cake, almost. She paused as she neared the woman, one hand tangled in Blind Seer's ruff. "What that?" she asked, pointing at the pastry.