Bridget had, mostly, remained quiet, letting Marcus work it out on his own, adding a few opinions when he would ask. He'd done a good job picking out a ring and its stones, now they just had to set it. "I like that one," she whispered, pointing to a beautiful white gold ring with a modest setting that the stones we set perfectly in.
She was leaning over the counter, peering down at the jeweler's work when she heard the glass. Peering over her shoulder in curiousity, Bridget gasped when she saw the creature walking down the street. "What... is that?" she exclaimed, letting out a cry when Marcus pulled her down to the floor.