Ava was looking particularly adorable that night, to her acute frustration. Rarely did she find anything that lent her anything resembling an air of sophistication, though thankfully she had personality enough to handle herself. She was heading out for a bit of a walk and a small meal at Heme; she had some planning to do regarding Alejandro and had dressed for the weather, in a little flowered and checked sundress, hair gathered in a loose, off-center chignon just under and behind her right ear and decorated with a silk flower clip, small white flats on her feet.
She stepped into the elevator when it arrived with a small nod for the other occupant. Human, from what she could tell, or close enough to it that it didn't matter. The woman looked vaguely familiar, but Ava doubted they'd spoken; she didn't make a habit of conversing with her neighbors. She valued her privacy far too much to invite unwanted friendships.