The street outside is noisy, congested with traffic, the sidewalks full of people moving to and fro. But there is an order to the noise and to the movements, every part moving in harmony. Several passersby offer Machiko polite bows without missing a step. The pair of kobun standing watch on the headquarters entrance bow and asks how they may be of assistance the moment she steps onto the sidewalk. No one gawks or stares. Few people seem even to notice her. She is a part of the clamor and ceaseless activity of the district. She belongs. Her chalk-white face and sable hair and elven traits mark her as an indelible component of everything that gives this district life. She is shown respect when noticed, when it is polite to notice; otherwise, she is just another aspect of the scenic background.