Shawn is busily exploring the town, drawing a mental map of the streets he's walking, when he runs into her. At first he pays her no mind but there is this itch of recognition in the back of his mind that makes him stop after a few steps and take a second look.
There is just something in the movements that gives it away, the way she turns her head and the automatism kicks in. Shawn's mind quickly strips her from the ordinary, daily life outfit, his photographic memory overlapping her with the figure that visited him in the inn and it fits just a little too well to be a coincidence.
But how to be sure? Well. There is just one safe way to find out, really.
When he passes her he stops, drawing in a sharp breath and pressing his fist against his temple, swaying and collapsing against the nearest storefront for support. "Ohhhhh, I'm getting something here! The spirits are speaking to me, they have seen something! Something-- distorted! Shady! Not shady, but shades! Not Anastasia but definitely in the Dark of the Night!"
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There is just something in the movements that gives it away, the way she turns her head and the automatism kicks in. Shawn's mind quickly strips her from the ordinary, daily life outfit, his photographic memory overlapping her with the figure that visited him in the inn and it fits just a little too well to be a coincidence.
But how to be sure? Well. There is just one safe way to find out, really.
When he passes her he stops, drawing in a sharp breath and pressing his fist against his temple, swaying and collapsing against the nearest storefront for support. "Ohhhhh, I'm getting something here! The spirits are speaking to me, they have seen something! Something-- distorted! Shady! Not shady, but shades! Not Anastasia but definitely in the Dark of the Night!"