As luck would have it, Ariadne was on the roof when she picked up an unfamiliar scent and heard someone speaking below. All morning, she'd been carving crude leaves and trees into the awning over the doorway. And she was getting all the grime out from under her talons, so she wouldn't muck up the inside of the shop. Not that it was a sterile environment. There were plants and dirt in every corner.

That didn't mean she couldn't try to keep it as well as the shop in Deerington.

At any rate, when she heard the stranger, she crept to the edge of the roof and glanced down.

Not a face she recognized, but in her world, a stranger was just a friend waiting to happen. Or something like that.

"Hello?" she called down, pulling the hood off of her hair so her face could be seen.