She blows out a rush of air, scratching the back of her head. So their territory is under threat by their so called mortal enemies. Why did she ever think moving to London would be easier? "You guys keep a schedule for when we're supposed to switch off patrols or should I just pick a night?"

Might as well be practical about it.

Girl smiles at his obvious amusement, though it turns bemused a moment later. "Redhead? You don't mean Party, do ya?" Her first meeting with the man had left her awed, looking up to him as cool and confident and living out her dream life. Everything Ghoul's stay seems a comical contrast that she can't reconcile in her head. "The artist? I mean, you can't be."