She probably shouldn't be out. Yona has, in fact, been told this multiple times by multiple people, but she doesn't particularly care. Right now, there are several substances flowing through her veins, everything is pleasant and hazy and light, just with a backdrop of the sound of chaos, and she trusts her own instincts, anyway. If anything were going to happen to her, she'd be able to see it coming. Maybe that's why, as she passes by the houses lining the park, she pauses near the one with the girl in the zombie makeup, her eyes glowing in a way that definitively isn't makeup, the subject of her ire darting off before she can do anything else.

"Nice trick," Yona says, light and friendly, leaning against the fence. "Is it working? Making people leave?"