Oded & Zanna & Open
Next to the demon, Zanna was indeed petite. He had half a foot on her, and the slim Fae looked like she had stepped out of a vintage advertisement. Silvery-white curls were pulled back from her face, secured at the back of her head with a laquered clip in the shape of crimson flowers. Her dress was old-fashioned, but cut very well for her, hugging the curves of her upper body before flaring into a more comfortably-fitting skirt, black with little hummingbirds in a pattern.
She looked out of place there, watching the crowd gather in front of the bloody scene. "Mmm," Zanna acknowledged, her lips pursing thoughtfully. Yes, he was definitely in the past, wasn't he?
"Nothing out of the ordinary. I heard voices a short while ago, maybe a quarter hour... But nothing that made me think anything was wrong. Just the normal shut-down sounds." Her big dark eyes turned up toward Oded. "Nothing like I should have heard for this."