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Tibbie was surprised to see a car in other Ashdown, but not as surprised as she was when she waved at it and it obligingly pulled over. The door had opened welcomingly and, well, surely that was a good sign, right? So she'd scooted into the backseat, Madam Nibbs jumping in gracefully after her.

She'd tried making small-talk with the driver but that'd been a no-go - possibly because she was a rubbish conversationalist, but also possibly because the driver didn't seem to be, well, entirely human. There was a human sort of shape, definitely, but every time she turned to look out the window she just sort of... forgot the person's features. That wasn't a human tell, was it? And sure she was a bit forgetful occasionally, but not that much.

Where the car was going she wasn't entirely certain - for a while they just seemed to be cruising around, but the soft purring of Nibb under her hand calmed her fears. It'd be alright as long as they were together, surely, and the driver hadn't seemed malicious so far.

After a while of driving they stopped and she scooted over to see where they were only to see- "åh!" Quickly opening the door, Isobel waved frantically at the other girl on the sidewalk beside them. "Hello! Are you human?"

"Yes, yes!" Gathering her kitty up into her lap, she patted the seat next to her. "Come in! I haven't seen anyone else here except, um-" she lowered her voice with a glance to the driver's seat- "the driver." Then she paused, blinked and tsk'ed at herself; "åh, that sounded a lot more ominous than it should be, didn't it? They're very nice, the driver, or at least I think so. But," coming back to the other girl's question, "I'm, ah, not quite sure where we're going." It was admitted with a sheepish shrug as she scratched Nibbs under her chin - the loud purring of the cat was audible over the soft sound of the driver's electro-punk music.

"Do you have anywhere you want to go? Maybe we could go there! I'm sorry, I don't know very much about this other Ashdown, so I can't recommend a place. Are you a regular?" There was a shy, hopeful smile on Tibbie's face as she posed the question.

"I'm Isobel, or Tibbie, and this is Madam Nibbs, the best kitty in the world," she smiled warmly at Temperance - Nibbs only kept half an eye on the other human, not too worried. "That sounds about right though, I've tried requesting different places but they only brought me to you." Mentally she noted the locations that Temp spoke of for later use; if this was going to become a regular thing, she needed all the info she could get.

The car started up again without a word from the driver, once again driving them around with no discernable purpose. "Only once - well actually, maybe twice? I went to a, um, ball at the Court of the Sorrowful One that might have been around here, and then a bit ago I was out for a walk with Nibbs and we ended up here. We met a very nice man named Rylan, though!"

She laughed lightly, "I probably need to start bringing an umbrella around with me too, getting drenched all the time is no fun. I still don't know a lot about this place though - Zac said there were dangerous creatures here, but the only dangerous beings I've seen about have been at the ball. Have you seen any?"

"Thanks," she grinned softly. "My grandma was named Isobel and Tibbie was what she was called as well, so I guess it's kinda inherited. My mum's side of the family is mixed Welsh and Scottish, hence the 'o' instead of 'a'. I like it this way better, so I reckon I got lucky. 'Temperance' is eminently nice too! Do you have any nicknames?" There was a great amount of curiousity in her voice as she cocked her head to the side, waiting for an answer.

The tortie didn't growl, but her ears flattened considerably as the hand started moving towards her. There was a wariness in her gaze and Tibbie gently reached out to intercept Temperance's hand before it got too close; "sorry," she said, smile sympathetic, "Nibbs isn't really fond of people other than me. She'll, um, tolerate being touched but she'll tense up and she doesn't like it very much. It's been a hard lesson for my mum to learn," she finished with a grin.

At the talk of what had happened at the ball she sobered, though. "Yeah... he's eminently great! He helped me a lot with Nibb. And at the ball too, obviously, I don't think I could have found a way out on my own. I was all out of sorts which, um, probably isn't too surprising, considering..." Gesturing in the air with one hand as she trailed off, she ended in a small smile that wasn't near as happy as the previous ones had been.

"I saw you too though, at- yeah." Unsurely, she paused for a moment before continuing; "you were very brave, you and Autumn."

"Temp is cute," Tibbie said and blushed mightily as she realised exactly what she'd said. Bumbling on, "um, she might like you more if you brought her treats sometimes. She's really fond of freeze-dried chicken - I've got some at home you can give her if you ever come over! Or if we meet up on, um, purpose."

She could imagine he would; Zac was eminently smart and capable. Mentioning that Temp had been brave seemed to have gotten her a bit out of sorts though and hesitantly Isobel reached out to lay a comforting hand on her arm. "Doing your job is brave too, in a dangerous situation. I don't- I don't think it gets any less brave just because you have training."

She thought on the question for a moment before shaking her head, "I don't know, the park maybe? But if it's all this grey-" she gestured out the window- "perhaps there's not much point. If you want to go home though, I think that's what we should request?"

"That's a good idea," Isobel beamed at Temp before leaning forward to speak to the driver, making sure to keep a grip on Nibbs so she didn't fall off her lap. "Excuse me, mister driver? Would you maybe consider driving us to the park? Or, um, someplace fun and pretty?"

There was no verbal reply, but she thought she saw a nod, so satisfied, she leaned back in her seat and gave Temperance another smile. "Well, um, I don't know if 'fun and pretty' is really obtainable in a place like this, but I reckon it's worth a try, right?"

Her hand was absentmindedly petting Madam Nibbs, but, unhappy with being shifted so Tibbie could lean forward, said kitty gave her the stink-eye before moving into the space between Temp and her and pointedly started grooming herself.

Isobel and Madam Nibbs followed Temperance out of the car, the latter more elegantly than the former - Tibbie made sure to call a 'thanks for the ride!' to the driver before closing the door after them.

"Åh, is it?" Curiously she surveyed the small park, the little Madam winding around her shins. "That's kind of neat - I didn't know the places could be like, different? I thought it was the same, just-" she gestured at the sky- "all rainy and grey instead."

But she couldn't say no to an adventure. "Yeah! I want to see it," she smiled at Temp, cheeks a bit red and one hand going to put a lock of wet hair behind her ear. "It looks a lot more colourful than I thought it would, to be honest. In a good way! It's still pretty even here."

"That makes sense," Isobel nodded. "Well... as much as anything here makes sense, I suppose." She was glad the older girl was taking charge - getting in otherdriver's car had just about taken up her bravery count for the day.

Returning the smile, she followed Temp through the bushes and into the - well, whatever it was. "This could almost be a park," she noted, eyeing the flora around them with curiousity. "Although it doesn't look there's been very many people involved in shaping this - but some parks like that look! So it sorta fits."

A glow caught her eye at the end of the park, but as she turned fully to look whatever it was was gone. "What?" She asked, distracted, before coming back to the conversation at hand. "Åh! Yes, sure - if you don't mind?" Her smile was shy but she moved to stand in front of what she deemed the prettiest of the nearby flora, Madam Nibbs following her at a sedate pace before settling at her feet.

"Like this?" She struck an awkward peace-sign pose, stiff and unsure of herself. The little Madam was in full swing washing a paw.