"Oh, well, I come out for so many reasons. Sometimes the nice weather. Sometimes the unpleasant weather." Her eyes weren't on him. There was little he could do to her that would kill her. In fact, she wondered if the City would even let her die in the first place. It needed her for something; if it saw her as a problem, it would have removed her. She knew this as much as she knew that she would do the same thing; remove the problem before it becomes an actual problem.
"Why are you out, young sir?" Her eyes dropped to the young one beneath her tree. "You've come for something, searching perhaps?" The City had decided, at least the last time she spoke with it, to give those who'd been hurt the chance for revenge. Now, would it actually do as it said it would?
The game of touch football had changed. They were now tackling; it hadn't taken much. Just a smile and a wave from one of the bathing beauties. As there were no children around, and apparently no cops, they'd decided it was time to get a better more even tan - no tan lines when they wear those strapless numbers. This seemed to upset the young woman who'd just been enjoying a rather passionate kiss with her boyfriend. He'd become momentarily distracted midkiss by the revealed flesh.
"It's amazing what they do. They act sometimes as if they can actually think and act on their own." It wasn't a secret, but the City's white noise was a little more sentient than most gave them credit. The background actors were more attuned to the City's ways, but that didn't mean they had no minds. Of course, they could be very dull, plastic things with no real ambitions. Not usually. There were some like the staff; there were others who'd been augmented by a spell or two.
Her eyes lifted to the game. Oh, yes, they were getting very aggressive towards each other. The sound of bodies colliding could be music if one listened with the right mind set.