The one any noise was giving her a rather bothersome headache. As she bathed in the sun of the planet, lips curled prominently downwards at the activity. She was never fond of water. The opposite, actually. But even so, she had gotten hit with a few water balloons. She had simply let it slide, after all they were only kids.
Black hair now shimmered with water, and it was extremely uncomfortable. Slitted irises surveyed her form. Her clothing, was still damp, and whatever food she was eating had promptly dropped upon the floor as soon as the latex projectile had made contact with her body. As for now, had nothing else to do, but close her eyes and feel the star this planet orbited around's relaxing solar rays. As children and adults alike passed, Night couldn't help but break a fanged smile. Eyes crinkled with adoration for the absolute innocent that coursed through the youth's veins. She almost envied them.
Her ship was in for repairs (again), meaning she couldn't stay inside, and she had a bit of free time. That of which she wasn't using effectively. She never had, actual free time, anymore. It was either, doing a job, or getting a call on her phone, hunting, she never actually got to relax. Like normal people do; so to her, standing still for a prolonged amount of time was excessively uncomfortable. The alien kept squirming and moving about the chair in which she sat, unable to stay in one place. She kept giving her phone suspicious glances and side eyes, as if almost begging it to ring, to give her something to do. It was a nice planet- nicer than Earth, but still, it was rather dull to her, even with the festival.