Those other people weren't Jenny, the famed lock picker of London married to a Lizard woman. She was used to the rain, as such she had an umbrella over her and a decent coat around her shoulders. With her daughter off with her girlfriend, and Clara taking to going over to spend time with her wife, Jenny had felt it the right time to try and get a few things she needed.
Just a few things here and there, out mostly for the fresh scent the rain brought to the air. It brought back fond memories, of evenings sitting in with Vastra. She tucked her bag closer to her as she rummaged through her purse for her wallet so she could enter the coffee shop until something caught in her ear, a splashing of someone that was not the usual click of boots.
She looked over, arching a brow and stepped a few steps forward out of caution. Man looked like a mop that was over used. She started in German. "Sind Sie in Ordnung?" Set her wallet back in. "Mister, are you alright?" And just to be safe. "Ty v poryadke?"