No, it isn't, she is a creature of habit, she enjoys her nightly ambulatories and she enjoys the darkness that goes with it. A soft spoken command brushes her lips, her hand making a subtle signal to the ghostly beast frolicking at her heels. She does not want it attempting to attack Hati, or otherwise causing trouble. To anyone else, there would be nothing there to see, she isn't sure if the Norse Wolf can see spirits or not.
She can feel the tension on the air, but doesn't know from whence it comes until he moves, even with the scent of cigarettes that hangs about him. If she thought about it, it would surprise her that he does, a wolf's senses dulled by being in a human body, further dulled by the smoke.
"I do.. " she answers softly. It is her mortal career afterall, she is the singer in a gothic band, her voice soft, melodious and haunting, unsurprising if one knows her.
"I haven't seen you lately. Is everything alright?"