Marley sir had instructed Ziv (though she supposed she should refer to herself as June, another instruction) to remain on campus until she was familiar with the area, so that she might remain safe. So she was doing just that. After classes, she would walk around the campus, bundled up in many layers because she didn't find the cold favorable, and she would take in the scents. If you knew the scents of a place well enough, you could never get lost. And this place had so many. It smelled of old, and newness, of history and magic and humans. She hadn't yet decided on all the smells.
With a pair of woolen socks on her hands to keep them warm and a scarf wrapped around her neck, along with a coat and a sweater and pants and boots (and a few layers of socks on her feel like the internet man had mentioned), June had found her way to the forest. She liked the scents here best so far. Footsteaps were heard long before Nox arrived, but June had ignored them, because there were so many footsteps about all the time, and Marley had said she would find no danger here. Turning to face the stranger, June regarded him with a slightly cocked head, realizing that he was a demon right away. And he told her who he was, and instinct brought her down on one knee before him. "Sir," she said respectfully, head bowed.