While normally she'd be bitching under her breath about her trivial job, today she welcomed it. It was a sign that things were back to normal. At least for the mean time. She was very glad her boss wasn't actually a demon, she'd had that experience before and didn't like it whatsoever. But today, she went about her business dutifully as always. She glanced at the clock and decided to head home for the day. She grabbed the paperwork for some antiques she'd appraised and turned them over to her assistant to get them where they needed to go. Grabbing her purse and hanging it over her shoulder, she headed out of the building.
She drew in a deep breath of fresh air. Prue thought about making a stop at the store to get some things for dinner, and getting something to take to Damien. After all, she still felt a little guilty for having fought him though it really wasn't her fault. Turning towards the store, she started walking down the sidewalk, drifting through her thoughts. Her heels clicked against the cement. Then someone calling out caught her attention. She lifted her gaze and saw a man heading towards her, waving at her. At least she thought so. She glanced behind her, but of course she was the only woman there. She turned her gaze back to the man, then the details of his appearance caught her attention. Her eyes went a little wide, shocked to see him in that state. The man looked a little like a zombie that had just crawled out of a grave, only minus the decaying flesh and incessant need to eat human flesh.
Pushing those thoughts aside, she headed to him. Obviously he needed help of some sort, though she was cautious in case he was trying to catch her off guard. Prue wasn't going to take any chances. "Can I help you?" So many thoughts of what he was or needed help with ran through her mind. Perhaps some demons had attacked him? Or maybe he was something else all together? Or perhaps even a new arrival from some other world? Whatever his story, Prue was prepared to either help or fight, depending on how he responded to her. But there was something in his eyes, something that told her he wasn't a threat. In her experience of fighting evil, she'd come to learn how to pick out a good person from an evil one. Evil people always had a certain iciness in their eyes, almost a predatory look. That look was totally absent in this man's eyes.