Baba Yaga hadn't been stalking the beauty; she'd felt something in the City, a good many somethings. There was newness to it, and she might have gotten a little bit curious. This all meant that she happened to be rounding a corner at just right time to catch the question. Before the "new" one could answer, she did.
"The same day as it is every other day." The not-so-crone-ish crone gave a slight smile as she came to a stop. Oddly, this new one didn't feel overly new, which was somewhat bothersome. A familiarity existed in the slightly overdressed man, but she was certain she had never met him.
Her own sandals happened to be on her feet; the usual sundress fluttered a bit at the skirt, but nothing indicating a huge change in atmosphere. She wasn't going to start any storms anytime soon. Baba Yaga had other issues to deal with first.
Time wasn't the same for certain beings; although, the crone did wonder how it would start to affect her. Things were different with vampire blood involved. She looked between the two, the truly familiar and the oddly familiar. Only, the truly familiar was...
"Why do you ask about the day?" It was a curious question for the beauty to ask.