Quicklog: Isobel H/Raven D
[Isobel might not have liked the rush of New York City, but she certainly enjoyed the conveniences of a city that liked getting things done. A few moments to primp and fluff and she was hailing a cab to take her to Grand Central Station, dressed as promised in red polka dots, her hair loose around her shoulders. A smile to the cab driver and a generous tip later, Isobel was let out just outside the station, people bustling every which way around her. It would have been enough to overwhelm her a couple years prior, but she knew how to handle herself now.
Sure steps took her within, one hand gripping the strap of the black bag slung over one shoulder. Isobel realized that she hadn't thought to ask Raven what she looked like, so she just hoped her description was enough to catch the other girl's attention.]