She smiled sweetly. "You. Mostly. Although I'm happy to greet your dog as well." She recognized it as a Omen, which meant she didn't want to be rude, of course. "Hello, doggy," she said, dipping her head politely.

Carefully, she squatted down on the edge of the roof, carefully balancing on the balls of her feet, which were bare in spite of the cold weather. Boots were all very well and good when you were walking about. But when you needed a balance, toes were much more useful.

Her braid draped over the entryway, like a long, brown rope.

"Can I help you find something, sir?"