[She sees him coming, of course, because she watches everyone who passes by when she's out like this; she's got a few seconds before he's close enough to be called out to, and she spends them on examining how his appearance has changed in the few days that have passed since she's last seen him. He's cleaned himself up; there's a little more color to his skin, and he's walking better. It's smart of him to come laden down with bags; regardless of how heavy they are, no one will question a man walking slower than usual if he's also one with a full load of bags to carry with him.
When he draws close enough to be within earshot — a man's earshot, not a vampire's, because she knows the latter all too well but she doubts he wants to be seen as that in the daylight — she calls out cheerily: ]
Bonjour, monsieur! Fortune for a penny?
[Plenty of people smile and move on, from her solicitations. He won't seem any different if he does the same. But now, at least, he knows she's here, and the invitation has been extended just the same.]
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When he draws close enough to be within earshot — a man's earshot, not a vampire's, because she knows the latter all too well but she doubts he wants to be seen as that in the daylight — she calls out cheerily: ]
Bonjour, monsieur! Fortune for a penny?
[Plenty of people smile and move on, from her solicitations. He won't seem any different if he does the same. But now, at least, he knows she's here, and the invitation has been extended just the same.]