Leaning back, Callie watches the blond walk her way into the diner before taking a seat. This was the first time seeing the woman and even though she hadn't been in town for a while, Callie still knew just about everyone in town. She sips her coffee, her eyes going back to the files in front of her, but her eyes kept leaving every now and again, watching the girl closely. There was something about her that was tickling at Callie's senses and soon, those senses would be kicked into high gear and she would find out exactly what it was about this woman that rubbed Callie the wrong way.
And just like that, her body tensed as the emotions came to her. Grabbing the drawing pad that was on the table and the pen from behind her ear, Callie started to draw the visions that were coming to her. The illustration appeared fast on paper and once she was finished, Callie over looks the imagine and tilts her head before looking up at the girl. She was a hunter. And not only just a hunter, but a damn good one.
She furrows her brows, going back to analyze the drawing and look into it closer. Her teeth nibble at her bottom lip, her eyes scanning the piece of paper. Being one of Azazel's children, she seemed to be the only one that kept her powers. She blamed that on getting her powers later than most and she also wasn't sent to the farm where she drew stories of them fighting to the death until one was left standing. A male who she had yet to cross paths with yet.
Her pen lightly tapped the paper as she contemplated approaching the hunter in her midst.