Considering that Surreal couldn't read very well - and only the things Titian thought important enough to teach her - the sign meant nothing to her.

The smell of food, however, did, and there was a scrawny little street-rat darting in to swipe swipe some pizza off the table before scrambling up into the balcony to eat it. Since Titian wasn't around (which wasn't uncommon), Surreal had been spending the past day or so holed up in one of the abandoned warehouses. Her mother would come find her sooner or later, after she was done working. She always did.