It was almost strange, seeing the strange looks, seeing the path so freely part for her... seeing all the unusual creatures running the city far more so than the sparse populace of humans. She'd been here for about a month, and it was still rather curious, in its own way. But then, hardly was that a bad thing. It was some sort of adventure that she wanted, after all... and while rolling around a city was no adventure, it was still far more of one than being confined at home most of the time. "That's right, step aside, everyone! 'Handicapped' coming through!" the Kudamon resting around the girl's shoulders chose a seemingly opportune time to call out to the immediate vicinity, causing the girl herself to shrink down a bit further into her, albeit somewhat makeshift, wheelchair she'd had some helpful digimon make for her. "Edgar!" Ambre hissed... though the damage, it seemed, had been done. She'd already sensed a bit of tension toward humans in general from a fair population of the digimon around, but the glares she was starting to receive courtesy of her oh so wonderful companion, and feeling a hand come to one of the handles of her wheelchair to halt her possible progress, were... less than pleasant. "I just... need a path to get some groceries, thanks..." she weakly spoke up, rather hoping that she'd not have to create a scene.