All she wanted was a quiet little spot to sit down so that she could concentrate on survival.
The warm sunshine embracing her was pleasant, the gentle breeze caressing her beautiful face was pleasant, the excitement of being in a new town was pleasant.
Everything was pleasant. Apart from Beelzebub strangulating her possessed lungs and pissing occasionally on her tired feet, everything was, in fact, pleasant.
Some golden showers are of an internal nature.