There was a certain look to new arrivals. The City pulled in creatures from all different walks of life, but always, in the beginning, there was just a sort of...tell. Or maybe Diana just looked for it. What she was actually looking for, no one could know for certain. But nevertheless, when she saw that started, wide-eyed, innocent sort of expression, it called to her like a beacon.

Which is what brought her down off of the front steps of the fire department, where she was sitting, tuning her guitar.

She threw it over her shoulder as she approached the stranger. Correction: As she approached the adorable stranger.

...in, interesting clothing.

"Hey," she said. "You okay there?"