Baba nodded slightly. "I might do that, but I might simply watch you. See how you progress on your own. You are here to be experienced. This other is but a figure on paper or on screen. The experience is removed. The blood he sheds I cannot put my hands in." She held up her small hand, opening and closing it.
"I only participate in his existence as a fly on some wall. There is a time to be a spectator, and there is a time to be a participant." As they left the park's lush grace, her bare feet would be a small problem. She didn't merely create her clothes; she supposed she could try, but as powerful as she was, creating anything out of nothing really wasn't something she could do. She needed something to work with.
"Do you mind terribly if we stop for just a moment? It seems I am ill equipped for a jaunt through the City." It wouldn't take long for her to find something to wear. She could float through the City, but she did actually like walking. She liked the act of moving, especially after being bound.
"The woman looked to be near my size..." She was an opportunist. There was nothing wrong with taking advantage of a situation. While the City could and would provide her with anything, or almost anything, she'd rather find what she needed or wanted her own way. Sometimes she tricked her way into someone's home. Other times she simply took what she wanted. Tonight taking what she needed to enjoy the rest of the night seemed to be appropriate. "I suppose I can wait until we have them tucked away. I'd prefer to conclude this evening in their home. People are so very shocked when something bad happens to them in their own homes."
She paused, stopping their hunt for a moment. Her hand lifted to his face, brushing her finger tips along his jaw. "They should not leave out your eyes. Your eyes are distinctive. Nor should they leave out any other extra bits." She'd noticed the hand, but it was simply part of him. It wasn't odd, just who he was. Why did they always changed things when they decided to retell a story?