Justine was used to being around monsters. Most of her life had been in the care of one and because of that she understood the separation between the monster and the human. It wasn't always something that could be controlled.

She made no attempts to follow him. "I don't think anyone here can." She whispered feeling tears gather in the corner of her eyes. She stared at the limp pair on the street before turning and walking away. She was heading parallel to Bucky but she wasn't following him.

Justine was looking for something that might guide her out of the dark recesses of her rampant emotions.