The city streets were filled with sights they'd never seen before: huge metal carriages that moved by themselves—automobiles—bright lights on every corner, and people dressed in elegant clothes very different from those on the island. The bustle was so intense that some members of the squad looked around in amazement, while others tried to maintain their composure.

"So... this is Marley," Jean murmured, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised, though she couldn't hide the curiosity in her gaze.

Up ahead, a small shop caught the group's attention. Inside, people were laughing while holding cones filled with a cold, white cream. Mikasa tilted her head in confusion, while Connie pressed her face against the glass, her eyes shining.

"What the hell is that?!" she asked, pointing.

For your part, you were somewhat overwhelmed by the sheer number of people.