You wander anxiously over to the brick planter, sitting on the edge and enjoying the rough texture with your fingers. You try your best not to look at anyone, though more than a few people cross your peripheral as you try to steady yourself. It's a lot of people. A lot of people who have probably looked at you. This is bad, but—you're okay. You've got this, Colton.
Breath regained after the run-in with that vile axolotl, and you're back on your way. You figure somewhere on the other side of town, there'll be more houses. Penny's gotta live in one of them. Of course, if you wanna be more sure, the library's bound to have a map of the area hanging up somewhere. They might even let you take a spare.