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She needed pants, Nocht had decided. Pants were useful for a multitude of things. They had pockets sometimes, which she liked to use to carry things, as novel an idea as that was. They looked snazzy, which was always a good thing. Sometimes they helped to keep her warm if it was really cold. Mostly though, she was rather shallow and thought they looked cool. So now she had a checklist to keep in mind while she searched for a pair of trousers. Or shorts, she wasn't too picky, as long as they looked good and had pockets. She had had a pair of trousers she was particularly fond of, and a belt too, but they were loose and on the boat the spare material had snagged and caught on things until she consigned them to storage until they landed. Then the stupid boat had sank without trace with all her things on it. However, Nocht knew intimately that human settlements always contained useful and interesting articles like clothes and fishing rods and books, other things she needed to replace or simply just wanted. She wasn't academic, but sometimes it was nice to lose yourself in a book and so she planned to find an interesting one while on her little jaunt.
There were human settlements everywhere, inevitably, and so Nocht had just poked around until she found it. It was almost further away from Storm than anywhere else she had been so far except the beach and, while she didn't know the beach intimately, it didn't hold the alien allure the houses and shops did. The first dead giveaway as she had travelled nearer had been the smattering of houses she found, way out and lonesome from the rest of humanity. She followed broken and buckled roads until she found herself surrounded by houses on both sides. They peered at her with empty, broken windows for eyes, following her in the cold winter sun. It hadn't snowed yet today, but here was a cold breeze ruffling her fur and the smattering of snow from the night before. As the houses grew closer together she nodded, sure she'd find what she was looking for soon.