The human woman sways as she moves, totally oblivious to everything around her. Pick up the pieces, pick up the pieces, pick up the pieces... She chants to herself as she stops to pick something up and then moves on.
In the crowd, it's easy to miss the ragged human woman swaying about as she moves. Dance, dance, dance while the world burns. She hums tunelessly to herself before stopping to pick something up and then leaving.