Nettle stood up from their desk as the next song began to play. Being a DJ was fun and all, but every so often they needed to venture out to refill food and other supplies. Nettle didn't particularly like going outside the studio, but at least being recognized was never a concern. Those who listened to their broadcasts, and Nettle didn't know exactly how many that was, would only recognize them by name and, rarely, by voice. Grabbing a travel bag on the way out, Nettle slipped out the back door of the radio station and started walking.