Cherrie was starting to feel a little better. She'd calmed down and she hadn't bit hit by anything since she'd gotten there. It could have been a coincidence, but she didn't care. She was safe here. It felt safe. The memories hadn't been particularly violent in nature. They weren't really good or really bad, they'd just been.
She was just coming down a set of stairs when she spotted the woman, but didn't approach her automatically. Instinctively she attempted to try and get a read on her and shut her eyes when she realized that oh hello, the Versimilitude completely cancelled out her ability. She was going to have to do this the old-fashioned way. "Hey," she called out. "Regular run or refuge?"