[Lazarus has learned quickly over the course of this strange day that it's unsafe to wander around unarmed. Though he started out a lot like Near, he having no means or ability to defend himself, necessity has changed that drastically. He grips his ice stave as he moves through the streets, and when a younger, white-haired boy bumps against him unexpectedly, he reacts... then relaxes, when he notes that he hardly seems like a threat.

Something is off-putting about the boy; Lazarus thinks it's because he reminds him of someone from years ago, another chess player with white hair and similar mannerisms. Whatever the reason, he looks like he doesn't have a clue how to handle this situation.]

Moving without purpose or intent is also known as "wandering". It's probably not the best day to engage in it. Some of them are aggressive, and they're faster than they look.

[There's a hardness and a sharpness to Lazarus, and a slight impatience. He's not one of the Numbered who overtly goes out of their way to fight monsters or save people, but largely due to his impression that his Other was invested in helping children. Why else would such an orphanage figure so heavily into his thoughts and memories?]