Under the bench [Open]

Unica, though no older than eight years old, was deeply familiar with the digital world and the strange creatures that called it home. There were still things she had yet to see or experience for herself, but she'd spent nearly a year coming and going from this world, meeting tamers and Digimon alike, and learning how things worked in this alternate dimension. She was a veteran tamer, in some ways, wrapped up in a tiny little package. She knew how dangerous certain Digimon could be, but she also knew that such hostility would never stand in the heart of Terminus City.

So when Unica saw a man cowering beneath one of the terminal's benches, she couldn't help but see a friend-to-be. She casually strolled over to the Tokomon, who was trying to pull its tamer out from under the bench, and offer small smile before crouching and cocking her head to meet the man's gaze. "What're you doing under there?" she asked, her voice light and airy, devoid of any judgement or aggression. She was genuinely curious about why someone would be cowering under a bench in the middle of a train station. Trailing some feet behind the girl was a Biyomon who kept her distance from the group and appeared uninterested in the strangers.