She wasn't exactly inconspicuous, not with her vivid crimson cloak and dress, and she got some stares from a couple of joggers and one homeless guy who muttered nonsense at her while she passed. And she didn't care. (If somebody made a habit of going out dressed in strange clothes, it was a matter of necessity to cultivate a healthy sense of don't-give-a-fuck. Not that she'd had one before, but the point stood.)
Lee didn't feel like jumping home just now. It would have been quicker, sure, but sometimes sightseeing was fun. And there was always the possibility of someone trying to mug her, which was good entertainment in and of itself. And with nobody asking her services at the bar tonight, she wouldn't mind the release of throwing some wet-nosed tweaking asshole into a tree.
But so far, she met with only disappointment and stares. And some kid asleep at a picnic table with a couple of books in front of him. She peered over his shoulder as she walked by, and noticed the words on the page. Medieval French? It had been a while since she had seen or heard that one. She skimmed a few lines and snorted in derision. Typical pious fable of the time. "Kid, you'd be better off reading Dean Koontz," she muttered as she went on her way. Hey, at least some of that guy's stuff had super-intelligent dogs. The world really would be a better place if those were a reality, she decided.