"Hell yeah a ramen museum," Sloane confirmed, beaming a smile in the direction of that head of dark curls as it popped into view. She was relieved the suggestion was met with enthusiasm; not that she couldn't have figured something else out if it hadn't gone over well, but in her experience, food-related outings were generally a safe bet with shifters.
Alix's reappearance was met with a playful wolf whistle, nimble fingers brushing lightly over their arm to test if the shirt was as silky as it looked. Sloane was unabashedly a woman of sensory delights, surrounding herself with soft fabrics and deep cushions whenever possible, and clothes that fit into one of those parameters always caught her eye.
Pulling her own sunglasses out of some deep hidden dress pocket, Sloane slid them on to match and caught Alix's arm with an easy familiarity to head down to the closest train station. "So how's life going?" she asked, a general invitation to share whatever Alix felt was particularly noteworthy or important. "Have you seen any cool stuff lately? Gators are freshwater, right? So probably hopping in the harbor for some really fresh seafood isn't in the cards? Or would it not bother you?"