"I guess?" She isn't sure if it is because of the date or not. That seems the most likely, so, probably? But she's not entirely convinced, and she can hear it in her voice. It is, at least, partially the date. "Since February I been thinking, time to time, that I like, wasn't in the world this time last year." She's not one for really analysing her own behaviour, cept when Rosario asks. She'll give most things a go if Rosario asks. "Guess I noticed it proper round Valentine's Day, convinced Avery to come to a fancy hotel with me, kinda... go hard cuz I didn't get one last year. A real February, I mean. Picked up trapeze round that time too. Guess it's been in the back of my mind a while, yeah. But right up front, the last few weeks. I ain't seen anything, or heard anything—" she's promised Rosario she'll tell her if she does, and she means it too, "—but it's like I can feel something."
Had there been something supernatural, too, on St Patrick's Day? She has a feeling like maybe there was, but there's parts of that night that haven't come back, that she is pretty sure will never come back. Maybe she did see something, then, or maybe she didn't.
Something catches her eye as she's thinking about it, right at the edge of her peripheral vision; an oily slide of a shadow shifting between trees. She sits up a little straighter, squinting into the darkness like narrowed eyes can squeeze out the moonlight, but whatever it was has taken the shape of a tree trunk, or a tomb.
"Hey, you think faeries are like Bloody Mary?" she asks, in a whisper. "You think they'd come if I said their name?"