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Angela had slipped away from her too-large house overlooking the beach, as soon as she'd had some tea and thought she could get away without her father realizing. Fortunately, he hadn't so much as stirred all morning, so she was able to head out for a walk without him tagging along, much to her relief.

She'd scarcely gotten two days to herself before he had showed up on her doorstep with his suitcases, claiming he wanted to make sure she got settled in safely, and that there were no suspicious people lurking around waiting to take advantage of her. A little silly of him considering how much time he'd spent ensuring she could defend herself from all the creeper stalkers he'd somehow convinced himself she was going to encounter. The loony.

At any rate, it was nice to get out and get some fresh air without him following her around, embarrassing her. It was shaping up to be a lovely day and since she didn't have to be at work just yet, she was thinking of doing a bit of 'sight seeing' (or rather, learning her way around), and maybe going to the park for some quiet time. Or perhaps she'd go down to the beach and paint a little. But for now, a quiet walk down the quaint little streets with an occasional look over her shoulder to make sure her psychotic father wasn't stalking her. As she walked, she was tempted to poke her head into every sigle shop just to see what each and eeryone of them was.

But she did manage to refrain and keep herself out on the street looking like a non-chalant resident instead of a kooky tourist. Just.

Angela very nearly didn't realize Xochi was talking to her. It was only half because she was lost in thought but mostly because she wasn't at all used to being addressed as 'sky spirit.' There had, of course, been a few jokes back in school about her being a ghost, or the white lady or ice queen or whatever silly name kids could concoct but that had been years ago (besides, all those people stopped once she beat them up a few times...)

Even after it dawned on her that she was the one the woman was talking to, it took her a bit longer to answer due to bewilderment over being addressed as sky spirit by some strange lady on the street.

Angela frowned slightly, glancing behind her just to be sure there wasn't a sky spirt lurking back there (one could never been too careful about that kind of thing...or something) before she shrugged. "I don't think I do," Angela said cautiously. "And I don't believe I've forgotten anything. Though I suppose if I had, I wouldn't exactly be aware of it..."

Angela stood for an unreasonably long time, waiting for the strange woman to reply to her. She was half convinced the woman had fallen asleep on her feet and was looking around for some kind of park bench or something to drag her over to, when the woman seemed to snap back awake.

Angela blinked at her, still a little confused. "Perhaps we'll find out if we've lost anything in the first place?" she countered, unsure what else to say.

When the woman tried to lead her away to prevent her siblings from seeing them, Angela realized she must have just mistaken her for someone else. "No, I believe you have the wrong person unfortunately. I don't, um, have any siblings. So I believe you may be searching for a different sky spirit. I'm an only child. Sorry."

She felt a little bad at that--perhaps because she wasn't sure if the woman was insane, simple, or perhaps just sleep walking--but she felt she needed to say something to make up for not having siblings, so she just sort of blurted out, "But at least that means we don't have to hide from them?"

"Wait...no...that isn't...I meant that I really don't have siblings."

The woman had clearly misunderstood Angela somehow and was now talking about informing the authorities of...something or other. Angela wasn't sure what. The woman wasn't making much sense. She froze slightly, when the woman suddenly ran a hand through her hair, then suddenly turned and started away, asking Angela to follow.

Angela stood there, bewildered. On one hand, she had no idea who this lady was or what she wanted but on the other, she was kind of worried about letting her wander around unsupervised because she was clearly a bit of a nutter. But something she'd said had caught Angela's attention--the authorities didn't often believe her. Which meant that the authorities were familiar with her (it was kind of obvious why they weren't often inclined to believe whatever it was she approached them with), which meant they might know what loony bin she'd escaped from.

So Angela decided to follow her, if only to make sure she got back home safely. "You know," she said, starting after the woman. "You've not yet told me your name..."

[exits with Xochi]

Rather than being silent, Finnian had done nothing but chatter in the short time that passed between them leaving the square to reaching the streets! The moment Tatyana had accepted his arm and allowed him to lead her away, he had felt just the right push to keep him from an awkward silence, though an artless conversation on the most boring things Finnian could think of probably wasn't much better.

“It's true that stamp-collecting may seem an entirely dull and boring – not to mention expected hobby for one like myself – but there is much more to it than that.” No, there wasn't. It was stupid, unless the stamps had some kind of connection to his beloved heroes, but usually they were just scraps of sticky paper to lose. His own opinions aside, he did his best to keep up the ruse of his complete fascination of stamps. But he also had to keep up the ruse that he was an ordinary, honest businessman, which made being too good of an actor hard and probably suspicious to the villainous eye! So, while concentrating on walking the careful line between secretive and forthright, Finnian monotonously rattled off what he remembered from some mild research he had done for his normal-man identity.

“It's a truly fascinating and educational waste- ah, use of anyone's time. Postal history is full of notable heroes – one might call them super in their heroics, such as the gentleman Herpin and his bravery in renaming the traditional hobby to.. uh..” He frowned – oh, blasted! He couldn't remember what that was! It was entirely stupid and pointless, so of course his mind had chosen to replace that nugget of knowledge with something cooler. He couldn't believe how foolish he had been to think someone as awesome as Super Kuiper would bother to remember what in the blazes stamp collecting was called by some dead, boring man centuries ago. Quickly, he had to hide his fumble! “Miss! Look over there!” He jerked his free hand in the direction of the Diner – huh, convenient.

Did Julian want some peace and quiet? Pffffft, yeah, right, like he would get that walking down the streets of Sonata Town! Eyes wide, ears perked, and smug grin in place, a woman had been eying the boy's patrol of the streets with some interest. It had been quite some time since she had given him much interest, but she couldn't let the opportunity to slide when it approached. Her niece had a relationship with the kid and her sister-in-law had always been a little.. oddly slack when it came to this one, though she knew very well that Mimi's mother was normally very, very thorough on potential threats. So, what was different with him?

Catrina aimed to figure that out after so many years of ignoring the curiosity as she dropped from the roof of a business a block ahead of him, landing on top of a dumpster with a noise that made her wince. She would have to work on that – but, perhaps he hadn't noticed? The middle-aged woman stilled for a few seconds, before deciding it safe enough to crawl off the dumpster and to edge off to the brick hall. There, she could wait for however long it took Julian to cross her path. At which point, she could jump him and scare the boy for all this exercise in stealth was worth! She tensed up in preparation, eyes wide with excitement as she held onto the wall and listened~

Before she could get her chance, the footsteps approaching had come to a halt and a small sound escaped the man's throat. She froze up, eyes squinting suspiciously as she straightened even further along the wall, nonexistent tail flicking irritably at the prospect of being caught. Catrina wasn't going to jump out and ruin it, though – for all she knew, he had spotted another person or had only paused to cough or anything, really! It was all more probable than Catrina being caught when she was in stalk-mode – trained to be some kind of patrolman or not, Julian couldn't have the same skills one with the spirit of a feline could! Not to mention her personal years as a sleuth – she knew very well how to not be caught. And, just as her pride had informed her, the moment of caution had come to an end. She felt her her lip quirk up into a pleased grin as she went back into her crouched pose – waiting.. waiting..

Just a little closer, boy..

...Now! She pushed off the wall, giving herself a boost enough to speed around the corner and push herself right into the officer with a wild look of excitement. Her hands gripped into the man's shirt, her imagination letting her believe for the moment that her claws had dug into his shirt as she pushed him to the front wall of some nameless business. She would have went further and bit his ear because wrestling was just so fun~ But, however cat she was on the inside, she couldn't forget her manners as the external human she appeared to be! So, she stalled her instincts long enough to say, “Hello, Jewel-Lion~ You're looking handsome today, miyav~”