[ She puts the comb she was holding (and admiring) back in the box, closes it, and hugs the box close.

And to answer, Yulia shrugs. ]

I don't really have plans for today. I've already seen everything at the Festival, and nothing really interests me. [ Not anymore, at least.

She rubs the back of her neck, and... remembers the chain she's wearing, and the key that hangs on it. She smiles and pulls it out. ]

I have this, though.