The voice was pleasant, cheerful without being obnoxiously so. It belonged to a raven-haired woman (she seemed young, but it wasn't entirely clear) dressed in black jeans and a tank top. There was a large silver pendant around her neck, in the shape on an ankh.
She squatted down in the grass just a bit beside him, resting an elbow on her knee and settling her chin on her fist. An amused smile was lighted on her pale face as she seemed to perk up. "You know what you get if you keep feeding the pigeons, right?"