Any other time she might have been annoyed at her game being interrupted, but not today, today it was different, too important to be bothered by, and more than that, he might know what to do where she couldn't do much of anything.

She emerged from the shadows once more, settling at his side with a soft whine, leaning against his leg just briefly before pointing out the pair who had stopped at a souvenir stand, one selling figurines made of crackle glass and cheap porcelain. They didn't look any more out of place than any of the other guests, but something about them clearly had her hackles up.

Of course, there was also the chance that she was just being paranoid, as she occasionally was, and the pair were not, in fact, the late messieurs Croup and Vandemar. But she couldn't be sure.