[ There's the initial impulse to look away, as if from the sun, but that feels vaguely like a concession so obviously she's against it.

...Even so, she can't look at the sky long before it starts to become truly uncomfortable. Is this what the Wyld was like?

She has, unfortunately, no sense of direction whatsoever here, so she just starts walking—looking for the first side-street she can find. Better to get someplace a little less public, and better yet if she can find whatever passes for the "bad neighborhood" in this place: it's where the rumor mill is sure to be located. Well, apart from the chambers of the highest nobility, but ha to that notion. ]