Arya had grown restless sitting around her apartment for the day. Normally when she had the day off from the aquarium, she spent it sleeping and relaxing. Today however, she wanted nothing more than to move around. Usually on days like this she would go to the beach, shift, and swim in the waves. However when she drove by the coast line, the beach was packed for as far as she could see; even her favorite rocky spot to hide and shift in because no one ever went there was being traversed by teenagers. It was disheartening to have to accept defeat and return home. Now she was left rolling about on her couch, trying desperately to come up with something for her to do that could possibly compare to swimming. There was no way she was going to a bar and there weren't any good movies out that she wanted to spend the money or time to go see. She sighed, perhaps just taking a walk would help her calm down.
The young brunette woman bundled herself in a warm hoodie and Jean's before she began her aimless walk. She wasn't entirely sure where she was going, or if there was any destination at all. She was content to just walk, and breathe the...somewhat fresh air of the west side. To some this was considered the bad side of town, but for as long as she had lived here she had never been bugged by any of the...unsavory residents, so she found no reason to fear walking by herself; plus it was midday anyway and no one was that bold. Arya was content to get lost in her thoughts and daydreams while she walked, mindlessly making her way through town. The day was nice, a little chilly but the breeze was welcomed by the cold loving girl. The young were was more than a little oblivious to where she seemed to subconsciously be headed.
Small meowing drew her attention back to the world around her. Amber eyes blinked in surprise as she scanned her surroundings, trying to figure out just how far she had walked without really realizing where she was headed. The towering ship ahead of her made her even more surprised. Of all the places, why had she found herself at the Ark again? There was no reason to be here, and yet it seemed like her feet had brought her here. Soft meowing drew her from her thoughts once more, Arya shaking her head free from them before looking around for the source of the sound. There was a tiny, scraggly looking black kitten tucked under a bench along the walkway. Instinctively she slowly walked over to it, crouching down to the tiny thing as it shivered, meowing almost pathetically.