There is something utterly disorienting in all of this. Between blinks, somehow, impossibly, Ciri finds herself in an unknown place. The streets of the city are... more or less calm, which is the direct opposite of the teeming paic Ciri feels herself in the moment.

She's on edge. Cautious and careful, doing her damndest to stay unnoticed. Perhaps... not the easiest thing, given the very, very strange look of the place, and decidedly out-of-place look of her within it. An effort that seems almost pointless as she moves away from the crowded streets and slides into back alleys and hardly anyone bats an eye at her presence at all.

She keeps away from strangers and weaves through crowds to find someplace that might give her the space to breathe, to think, to regroup and figure out what the hell is going on. She finds that solace in what seems by all rights, near as she can tell, an abandoned house. Not unsafe or rundown, just old, creaky, and in need of some work, and unlived in for an untold length of time. It's not like any house she's seen before, but she is certain that's what it is, and when she finds the door helpfully unlocked, she slips inside. She doesn't call out because she doesn't think she needs to, it's pretty clearly empty.

Ciri takes a moment just to breathe and calm down so she can clear her head. That's the first step in this whole process. The rest will come after.