Outside Music Store: Mathias & Claire
Bloodlines ran deep.
As a result of said bloodline, Claire was checking on her handiwork. She could disrupt the ritual as easily as she put it up. It would fade in time of its own accord, but for now it was there to protect her friend. If the creature was hanging around, it would hopefully know by now to go away. The thing about being the one that cast the ritual? She knew the boundary. And she knew that bench was just outside of it. And a man sitting there glaring? Only a minor coincidence, but worth checking out at any rate. In typical Claire fashion, of course.
The young woman had honey brown hair messily piled on top of her head and her tempest grey eyes were hidden behind a pair of trashy gold heart framed sunglasses. Her army styled coat was thick enough to fend off the cold, and zipped up to hide anything underneath the rather unflattering cut of thick twill. She strolled up the sidewalk opposite the music shop, blue plaid boots hit the pavement lazily and she tapped idle rhythms against her thighs through her coat pockets.
Claire took a seat on the bench, not a care in the world as she flopped back like she owned the public seating. The fact that the man did not look up for a chat? Totally unfazed. The words tumbled out of her mouth, slow and lazy, being extra careful to keep her American accent on point, "Did you move here from Alaska, or do you enjoy the slow death of hypothermia?"