Allana had given up on looking for Ava in specific places. Clubs where Jen had dragged the two of them, the store where she usually stocked up on ice cream, and a couple other Ava-friendly locations had been tried multiple times unsuccessfully. The new idea was to find a demon and try to make it tell her where her newly-unpredictable friend was keeping herself while she furthered her addiction, but the demons seemed to be hiding from her, slipping away just as they appeared on the edges of her awareness. The new idea had, therefore, turned into a lot of wandering aimlessly around Lawrence, buying coffee from street carts and getting steadily more frustrated and annoyed and at herself.
She was midway through one of these unsuccessful expeditions and deep in her own thoughts (deeper than she should have been, she should have been concentrating, aware of her surroundings so that she would have sensed the other person’s intent to approach her before it ever happened) when the young man, probably only a handful of years older than her, stepped slightly into her path and spoke with what she knew, after almost a year on earth, was a British accent.
"Hi, sorry, excuse me…this is going to sound completely nutters, I know, and I'm sorry, but where are we?"
Way less ‘nutters’ than you’d expect, she thought wryly and gave him a slight smile as she mentally shook herself out of the sort of fugue the unsuccessful search had thrown her into and looked at the young man curiously. He wasn’t obviously out of place aside from his accent and she didn’t want to risk giving a speech about Biblical seals and the apocalypse to a lost tourist and so she responded carefully, “Oh, it’s fine, don’t worry about it. You’re at the corner of Manhattan and Seventh streets, near the library. What were you trying to find?”