Jaime was headed back in toward the hotel when she saw ... well, all right, she wasn't completely entirely sure what she was looking at. She stopped, and sort of stared, and wondered ... a lot of things. She wondered if he was real, she wondered if he was someone who had crossed the line and been warped, or if he was some guy in a ... extremely realistic costume.
She took a step back, arms crossing over her chest defensively. She knew it was rude to stare, but damned if she couldn't help but do just that.
Shit. What if he ... tried to kill her or something? Should she run? Or was that preemptive and extremely rude? But better rude than dead, right? Jaime took another step back, biting at her lower lip. "Um." She managed.
"Hi," she squeezed out. She figured if he roared at her or something she'd take off running the other way. Maybe tell Elle there was something for her to go electrocute. But she could at least ... see how things went. While keeping her distance.