From across the street, Evey paused at the strange bleating sound. Gently edging to the side of the nearest building - a now-unconscious movement designed to get her out the flow of traffic and out of the notice of most - she leaned her shoulder there against the brick and took a second inventory of her surroundings.
It really was a goat. And, Evey was fairly certain that the woman tugging on the goat was one of the ones who lived in the same apartment complex as she. Having never had occasion to meet many of her neighbors, Evey was at a loss as to who she might be, but there was no reasonable point for having a goat on a length of rope - at least, not one that Evey could think of.
When the foot traffic died down a little, Evey crossed the street to the woman and her goat.
"Hello," she said carefully. "That's... quite a goat you have there."