She sat on the fire escape, her back leaning against the cool brick exterior of the apartment building though it bit into her back slightly. One jean-clad leg extended on the metal floor of the platform while the other was angled enough to support the back of the book she was reading against her thigh. One hand held the pages back as her eyes skimmed the stark black word the other stroked the rather staunch gray feline that was curled up next to her. Grayson made a good companion for quiet times like this, his enjoyment of napping was nearly an artform and her purred happily under the absentminded movement of her hand across his side. Sighing she looked up from the pages, her brows furrowing slightly as she studied the horizon instead. She had re-read the same paragraph god only knew how many times and simply could not process the words. It was a shame, as the book was a real page turner and had all the makings of a series she would no doubt be re-reading in the future, but her head was just not able to focus at the moment. Her life had been in upheaval as of late, first with the loss of her job at the Ark and now with the surge of some unknown illness which had left most of the city sheltering in their homes.

The lack of activity left her bored and there were only so many things she could do to pass the time in her apartment. It left her feeling stagnant and anxious and as she stared out at the darkening horizon the charged air made her yearn for the unpredictable aspect of life that usually gave it such flavor. She sighed as the wind picked up and whipped her hair around her face. A storm was coming in, she could nearly smell it on the air as it rolled in from the ocean and no doubt she should retreat back inside to safety, but as her hand swept her hair back behind her ear movement caught her attention. Her hazel eyes narrowed slightly as she watched the figure exit the building below and stroll towards the beach a few blocks away. Curiosity piqued in her mind, it was the first person she had seen outside in all the time she had been sitting outside these last few days.

Glancing down the street for a moment longer she pulled herself to her feet gaining her a disgruntled mew from Grayson before she stashed her book in the window and lowered it enough so the cat could still squeeze inside. It should keep out the rain enough, though there wasn't much in the apartment that could really be ruined. With one last pat on Grayson's head she began to slip down the grated stairs, her slip-on sneakers muffling the sound of her footsteps. Still she pulled her ability around herself like a cloak so that anyone watching would be inclined to look the other way or find something else much more interesting to watch that the slender woman walking down the street in the wake of the stranger who had so unknowingly garnered her attention. She lost sight of them but she was fairly sure they were headed towards the beach though she could not fathom why with the weather which was rolling in.

She paused across the street from the shore, though he was easy to spot as the lone person not only on the sand but within view. Something was familiar about the shock of dark hair that obscured his face, but she could not place it quite yet. Instead she let her veil drop and crossed the road, kicking off her shoes at the edge of the beach and letting the cool sand wrap around her bare feet. She strode out towards the water at first, letting the nearly electric charge of the air and tumultuous waves encompass her. It was wild, it was free, and for all that she could not stand the rumble of thunder she loved storms and all that they embodied. She waited long enough that her presence could not go unnoticed before she turned and walked towards the dark figure. She was a few paces away when it finally clicked, from this position able to actually see the planes of his face hidden behind the shag of his hair. "Alistair." There was a smile behind her words, her lips quirking upwards at the unexpected coincidence of it being him that had drawn her down here. Their first encounter had been brief but intriguing enough to keep his memory fresh in her mind. "Feeling a bit rebellious today?" He hadn't struck her as a rule breaker from their last meeting, playing the messenger for a troublesome Tetradore. Another thought struck her just then, wondering just how much coincidence could really be blamed. "I didn't know you lived in River Dale." Then again how would she, it wasn't likely that it would have come up before or that they would cross paths, but it seemed a safe assumption to make considering she had seen him leave the building. It was then she noticed the notebook which his pencil flowed across with such little effort and understood what had drawn him out. "May I see?" And that might have been the most personal question she could have asked, knowing how some artists felt about their work but it wasn't a talented she possessed and she found herself only further intrigued.