Honestly, really, Halle hadn't been too interested in trekking into the city to look at all the old stuff. Her parents had been very well traveled, and she had been to a lot of places in Europe. Besides, all old cities were just lousy with spirit activity. She couldn't swing a cat somewhere like Rome without hitting one of the restless dead. Her trips had been short and pointed – gelato, espresso, back to the grounds. The beach was much more interesting and enjoyable for her.
And it seemed to come with such nice company, didn't it?
Halle had watched him make his way down the beach, but Bitsy hadn't seemed to mind the intrusion, so she'd remained relaxed on the blanket. "Looks like your Baba planned better than we did," she smiled at Bitsy, sliding over to make room on the blanket. When she moved, the ragdolls seemed to waver for a second, but they stilled when Halle's attention settled.
Not that the little girl noticed; she was too busy diving in to the selection of food. Typical, Halle thought with a little smirk, shaking her head before re-focusing on Orion. "Right, lover of gothic beauty, I remember," she grinned. "I'm Halle. And she's being a gem, letting me practice while she rests before another sea-star expedition."