It was good to have someone else who understood her perspective. She gave him a grateful smile when he mirrored her own thoughts about Red -- about anyone with the sense of danger about them, here in the City.
There was a particular pastry shop close by, one that sold daily copies of The City Voice along with excellent croissants and a wide assortment of fruit, besides the delicious pastries. She'd stopped there many mornings on the way to Bookmark Books. Hopefully, she still had her job there. She really needed to know when she was.
"Castiel - Shield of God. What a wonderful name you carry. You're very perceptive, Castiel. I was born in 1745, in France. Around my 17th year, I found myself here. For most of the last 5 years... oh, almost 6 now, I think... For most of that time, I have lived here, and I've come to call it my home. But about a year ago, I somehow ended up on an island with... Oh, I don't think you'd believe me. It sounds preposterous, even given where we are now."
The pastry shop was just across the street. Beauty stopped at the corner and waited for the light. "And just last night, I was returned here again. Mm. That's not quite accurate. The City came and found me - found all of us on that island - and here we are again. That's why I don't know the date. I only just returned."