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HILLINGDON HOUSE

Between Cooper's beating, the ice queen's freezing, and the stupid cat's assaults, Ringer's spent far more time trying to recover than actually able to fight. She isn't meaning to show off, but the bruise on her shoulder extends down below the edge of her sleeve onto her arm and the scratches on her other arm are plain as day. The rest, at least, are hidden beneath her jeans and a t-shirt ensemble. She wants to make more allies. More so, she wants those hunters that are part of Hillingdon to start working together beyond chasing the same bounty.

She doesn't have much of a plan in mind, but she'll order a beer and casually wander, trying to find any new faces or those she's spoken to before. She has to start somewhere, after all. "Hey. Mind if I join you?"

LATE NIGHT FRIGHT IN WEREWOLF TOWN

Just in case Ringer wasn't vigilant about carrying her weapon loaded with silver bullets before, she definitely is now thanks to the stupid fae cat who stalks her from time to time. Luckily, it doesn't seem to be making an appearance tonight as she makes her way around the Newham area. For all her supernatural explorations and learning, Ringer continues to know almost nothing about werewolves and what better place to find one than wandering around their territory at night with silver on hand. She just hopes they can't sense or smell it. If they do, well, at least she's learned something.

The hunter doesn't have a particular direction, avoiding most of the pubs where drunken idiots will be common to look instead to stroll through what parks she can find. Ringer pulls up short when she hears steps nearby, wondering when it was that she became so paranoid of every sound. It's more likely to be humans than werewolves or some other supernatural creature. Still, she tenses, watching and waiting for the source of the sound to emerge.

TEA AT A CAFE

Like any self-respecting teenager, particularly of the British variety, Ringer finds herself desperately in need of caffeine. It's a specific cafe that she wanders into for tea and a sandwich. She made a promise to a friendly stranger some time ago, the odd words of the fox fae from the other week reminding her of as much, and has no intentions of failing to visit. She actually feels bad that it took her so long.

Whatever the reasoning, she takes a seat with her tea and waits for her order to arrive. In the meantime, the girl pulls a copy of The Road from her pack and begins casually rereading to kill the time until her lunch arrives.

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[reticence]

Faolan raises an eyebrow wryly in response to the comment about the claws, as if to say, 'No, really?' And yes, he does follow her as she walks, because she hasn't told him not to, although to be honest, it's entirely possible that he shouldn't have listened to such an instruction anyway.

He doesn't miss the bandages. It's hard not to, considering it's a scene that he recognizes as familiar to himself and to his own bad habits. He watches her digging through her closet and when she turns back to him with the box of the bolts, he's honestly not surprised that she figures that's what he's there for. He takes it from her, though he shakes his head. "Thanks. Although is it really so difficult to believe that I was really coming by to check up on you?"