As you all hasten away from the warehouse (now burning quite merrily) and into the city, it quickly becomes apparent that there are two usual responses from Droman citizens to people in your dilapidated condition: studied aversion and bald-faced curiosity. Neither makes you especially comfortable, given your recent tussle with the authorities, your ignorance of the location of your destination, and your status as a newcomer to the town.
What are your characters' plans, everybody? You are currently walking through the twisting streets of a somewhat-rundown market quarter, but are attracting increasing attention. Some of the citizenry apparently have nothing better to do than follow you around and see what happens next, in fact, though for now they are remaining at (what they consider to be) a safe distance.
Note: A few minutes will likely pass, so everyone can go ahead and remove any converted nonlethal damage they've suffered. Also, don't forget the reserve rules; you're battered (and even wounded), but you can still pull something off if you need to.