((Cloud, your intro post made it seem as though Ben had called everyone together, and so I'm typing this based off of that assumption. If that's incorrect let me know and I will edit it))
Raya 5-4-8 kept her eyes on the floor as she maneuvered through the crowded mall. She was using her small stature to her advantage, making herself look as invisible as possible. Her clothing added to the mirage; on her head she wore an over-sized beret, pulled down low over her eyes to shield her face. The rest of her clothing was baggy and nondescript, making it difficult for anyone to identify her.
<This is stupid,> Raya commented as she moved her host towards the nearby electronics store.
<No,> her host, Marisol, disagreed, <it represents hope. There are still humans out there who think like me.>
<It could very well be a trap.>
<No one knows that you exist,> Marisol pointed out, <Ben assumed he was calling me, not you. How could someone you have not seen in over half a decade plan a trap like this?>
<With much patience,> Raya says. She was about to point out that Marisol was far too trusting, but the internal conversation had diverted her attention from the outside world. With a cry of alarm, Raya's shoulder clipped the edge of a DVD rack at the entrance to the electronics store, spilling the latest hits across the floor and causing a fair amount of noise.