Quicklog: Isobel H/Raven D
[Raven hadn't been kidding when she'd mentioned how incredibly bogus this place was, and how very different it was from the New York she remembered. People looked different, dressed different - even talked different now. And they seemed to walk around with tiny devices almost attached to their ears, which she eventually figured out were phones. Tiny phones that were still beyond her total comprehension just yet.
After realizing how "dated" she appeared, she had copied a dress from a mannequin she saw in a store window, and after that she'd seemed to blend a little better. At the moment, she stood near the main entrance of Grand Central station, scanning the crowd for a redhead wearing red polka dots.]