(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br/><br/>Present day<br/>Location the gardens<br/>Tagging some folks the shadows<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEQNAZGoZrw</div></div><br/>Babs let her nose twitch her nostrils flared again, she could smell the scent of oil, but that could have been from the ship, this was curious. She felt that tingling, of course it might be a smidgen of paranoia. Still it was always better to be safe than sorry. It was unlikely she had been seen but it was always a possibility there was another pause careful…silent… ghost…<br/><br/>Two ways, stay hidden perhaps even climb or stay hidden in plain sight. After all she was nothing more than a bimbo in a dress that might have lost her way. Just a moment and Babs was ready, she moved quietly to the tree and looked briefly at the depression in the ground. Everything now was on more than alert, but was not quite fight or flight. Still if attacked she was ready, more than ready, it had been some time since Babs had actually had a challenge.<br/><br/>If there had been chop sticks the slight ‘delicate’ killer had them in her clothing they were not weapons were they. Also they were no even metal, but needs must when the inner demons drived. So still aware there might be someone about and even worse there might be someone that had seen her Babs moved in the shadows and in the end used the tree as a vantage point, it was only when she felt safe did she climb it to perhaps see a little more.<br/><br/>Everything was almost in slow motion, for her now, it was as if her eyes could even follow the briefest moments of the trees, of the earth. For just now she was just gathering information. But Woe betide if someone got violent.<br/><br/>It was a waiting game…<br/>