[ Shijima isn't...paying too much attention to the feast itself. Yes, she may have swiped some cooked fish - though she wrinkles her nose, because it would be better raw - to nibble on. But mostly she's lurking, crouched in corners or peering over the tops of the tables from a low crouch or looking under the tables. She hasn't armed herself at all with anything Unseelie has to offer nor changed into any of their clothes, but wanders around instead in the black long-sleeved shirt under the pink beribboned dress that Kouichi had picked out for her. It's too much trouble to change now, when she's busy with other things.

She's clearly looking for something, and whenever she spots an imp, she'll stare unblinking, eyes glinting yellow. Sniff the air...but if it's not one of the right ones she'll take up the search again, caring not at all for anyone who happens to wander into the middle of it. They're nasty little things, aren't they? The little beasties that dragged them there. If she finally manages to spot one her nose recognizes, Shijima won't stop staring, crouched behind whatever's handy - be it another person or a chair - and giving the impression that she might pounce, catlike, at any moment. ]

Shall I eat it? Hm. I might get a stomach ache. [ But she's holding a grudge, so she's clearly considering the eating...or at least the pouncing. It's probably a terrible idea. Stop harassing the natives, Shijima. Go eat more fish. She can be caught in the middle of her search, as well, or when stealing fish from other people's plates rather than just getting one of her own. ...And if she's not caught the first time with someone's food, she might just keep targeting them. Getting her own plate is apparently not an option. At all. ]

[ There are rooftops, and Shijima prefers them. She prefers to be high up when she can be, because it gives her a better view of things. And climbing is a thing she's always liked to do, even before she took to wearing this form more than her other one. It's kind of irritating, but this is the form that's needed to talk to humans. And all these other things. At least this place, frustrating as it is, is not boring. Not entirely. There are so many types of people to watch. And be curious about. There's a lot to learn.

...Though right now she's just lazing on the edge of a roof, chin on her crossed arms, as she half-dozes in the middle of the day, eyes barely open. Those half-lidded eyes will fly open if someone pauses beneath the roof Shijima is lounging on, though, and she'll yawn. ]

Can it be called a station? There are no trains coming or going, so it is not the thing it's meant to be any longer. Its purpose was stolen from it. Wasn't it? [ And say...that. Okay. She will then stare until she gets a response to that odd way of saying hello. What do you think, strange person? Entertain her. ]