Steph, dressed in black and orange, has claimed a table for herself and the wooden box she'd woken up to this morning. She'd tried, experimentally, to open the lock but after getting nowhere with it had given up rather quickly. Partly because she doesn't want to piss off the gods, and partly because she wasn't sure exactly what was in there. Better to just leave it for the owner to deal with.

So it's still locked, resting on a table with Steph seated nearby, drink in hand and content with people watching for now. She'll go look for her object after she's given the box to it's rightful owner.