As Bridget examined her surroundings, she didn’t spot anything immediately. Everyone was just kind of passing by, immersed in whatever routine they had, focused on wherever they were going. Most of them didn’t even seem to notice she was there. That was fine for her. The less eyes on her, the easier it was to concentrate.<br/><br/>Paris was one of many cities crawling with the preternatural. It just so happened that she was one of many capable of sniffing out such things. Call it a sixth sense, a radar that came with her own powers. Sometimes, like right now, it did come in handy both other times it was also annoying. Though she herself looked human and could hide very easily when she needed, not that she could call upon her powers at will without a certain catalyst.<br/><br/>She knew she had to be cautious. This was not some ‘normal’ temperature drop, and whatever was lurking there could probably sense she had magical abilities.<br/><br/>Those who were against magic and other preternatural things did not care about whether or not someone was human. To them, all that mattered was that they got their money at the end of the day. Money, revenge, whatever motivated them to dedicate their lives to sniffing out what they felt did not belong here, it was something Bridget fought against. She had her doubts that someone would be drawing her out, however. It could simply be someone passing by.<br/><br/>If this was just something passing by, she might need to have a chat with whatever it was, call it out for its rude manners. She was enjoying the warmth, her cup of tea, her friend’s company.<br/><br/>Bridget soon got her wish.<br/><br/>The girl had been easy enough to spot once she made herself known. The two had locked eyes almost immediately. More people on the street were starting to walk with their coats wrapped tighter around them, their hands tucked under their arms. Admittedly, Bridget did not recognize what race of preternatural being she belonged to. Still, the girl had piqued her curiosity. Did she know she was causing such a disturbance?<br/><br/>Bridget started walking toward somewhere a little more discreet. If they were going to have this chat, it didn’t seem wise to stay out in the open.