For someone whom had been noticing so many new things, Idris had barely realized that she was sitting on a mound of snow upon the bench. She’d not even really noticed the whole city was covered with it, perhaps not consciously at least, she was far too busy moping and being terrified to think on something so trivial. Her shoulders were shaking in the cold, but far be it from her to notice!

Glancing up at the sound of the voice, although slowly despite the excitement she had felt for finding him earlier, she frowned and looked at him as he approached. He was different, somehow, not quite the man that she’d bitten on House but not quite not him either. Lifting herself from the bench, folding the trinket shut as she did, Sexy tilted her head to the man.

“You’re broken,” she stated to him.