A young man steps up to the rail next to her and flashes her a friendly grin. "Hey, there," he says.
Lisa blinks, torn out of her contemplation. "...hello," she says.
"Oh, you from Britain?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.
"Australia," she replies, frowning slightly.
"Sorry," he says, raising his hands. "I'm not too familiar, I've never been out of the Country."
Lisa shrugs. "Me neither. I'm visiting cousins here. They're expecting me for dinner." Please, please go away.
He appears to ignore her signals, leaning against the rail. "You an expatriate?"
"I was born in Australia. I'm just visiting family." She pushes away from the rail. "Excuse me." She turns and starts walking.
"Hey, I'm sorry!" he calls, following behind her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to piss you off-"
She rounds on him. "Do I know you?"
He blinks, pulling up short. "N- no, I don't think so."
She nods. "Right. Why are you talking to me?"
He flinches, rubbing at the back of his head. "...I'm sorry, I just overheard you on the phone. You sounded...worried. I was just- I..." he sighs. "I just wanted to tell you not to worry. The Japs don't get on tourists like that."
She stiffens, taking a step back. "I don't care for that word."
He sighs, spreading his arms. "Okay? Well, you're gonna hear it a lot here."
"I know. I have," she says. "I'm going to leave now."
He glances behind him, at a crew of workmen wheeling a bit of heavy equipment and a couple of wheelbarrows full of sandbags into the park, covered by a tarp. "...yeah, probably a good idea."
She blinks, stalling out. "Why?"
He sighs. "Nothing, nothing, just...bye, I guess." He turned and walked back into the crowd.
She tracked him with her eyes for a moment, watching as he walked up to a group of other young men at the entrance to the park, who started mocking him. She steps away from them.
Then, ducking into the crowds, she walks into the other side of the park. Asshole's not gonna scare me off, she thinks. Walking back up to the rail, she spends a few more minutes enjoying the view, taking in the fog and the ships moving in the harbor. She nods at a passing police officer, covered in body armor and carrying an assault rifle, as he makes eye contact with her. He snorts, but returns the nod, eyes moving onwards.
Sighing, she turns around, gazing up at the skyline and listening to the workmen as they argue about their equipment. Definitely too long since my last vacation. She peers at the officer out of the corner of her eye again as he speaks respectfully to a middle aged man with his wife and children a step behind him in Japanese. Maybe that asshole had a point. They like tourists, after all.
"What are you doing here?!"
She flinches as somebody grabs her arms, slapping at the hand.
The young man stares at her, wild-eyed, a bag slung over his shoulder.
"Get off of me!" she yells.