Freya brushes at one of her cuts and looks to the somewhat open streets. Sirens are growing louder and louder. Freya may have a good memory, but she hasn’t been to most of the city yet. She doesn’t know where she’s going. After some consideration, Freya looks back at Frost, ready with her answer.
“I’ll come with you. I’m not familiar around here, so it seems like the better option.” Freya nods. She knows she’ll need to get home soon, though. If she’s out too long - the border guard will know she’s still logged into the system; displaying her ‘out of the slums.’
She hasn’t been out for that long, though. She’s got a fair bit of time left, so Freya just focuses on calming her interior and making the effort to look that way on the outside, too.