In flats for once, Ilde is already crouching at the edge of the bank, knees together to the side, regarding the water with a healthy suspicion. She'd have come in the water, ordinarily, but under the circumstances - with what they're here for - she wasn't sure that seemed like such a good idea.

(So at least she's clothed, this time, although any bystanders are still getting a better view of her arse than they might've bargained for.)

Most of all, her manner seems first affronted; startling out of the water like a skittish child is for humans and people Ilde doesn't like. She's not supposed to have to wear shoes and take a cab to get somewhere on the damned river.

And--

--and it had felt familiar.