A visitor to Marvel: Quicklog: Ekaterina D/Jessica D
But, sadly, they made very little sound on the carpet of the hotel. Something that was rectified as soon as she was on the streets of New York, heels giving a dull click with every step on sidewalks that were more like the ones she was accustomed to, and less like the ones she'd just left behind. She got a few odd looks, not many, and one person helpfully informed her that she missed the 20's by nearly a century.]
Duh, idiót. [Retort shot back to the less than helpful man as she continued on toward the address Jessica had given her (halfway on the other side of the city, Чёрт!, but a walk around the more modern city might be nice), the fringe of her dress brushing against her stocking-covered calves. Walk it was, arms loosely swaying at her sides, clutch held tight in one hand.]