...But, somehow, it did.

The lady who was part skyscraper blinked. She squinted at the signpost. She squinted at the air sitting between her and the signpost. There was definitely something off about that air. And there was definitely, [i]definitely[/i] something off about that signpost.

She touched her nose with a warmly gloved hand. Oh. So that was the air. Then what was the deal with the signpost..?

[colour=bc8dbf][i]"Heph yooph!!"[/i][/colour] said the signpost.

Ayem blinked again. She was [i]not[/i] thinking straight today. Or at least she didn't think she was. She had no way of telling.

[color=bc8dbf][i]"Hey! Hey you! Have you seen this person!?"[/i][/color]

Actually, that didn't sound like a signpost voice at all. Ayem flipped back her hoodie, tapped her headphones, and looked down.

[color=fff79a][i]Oh,[/i][/color] thought Ayem, forgetting the post entirely. [color=fff79a][i]That's the smell.[/i][/color]

[i][color=bc8dbf]"...say that you've seen her? Pretty please!"[/color][/i]

Ayem took one look at the paper and said, [color=fff79a]"Yeah, sure."[/color] She didn't know why. She didn't think about it either. She was looking at the girl.

She'd already tensed, moved one foot just a little way back. Fake skin tingled in rings around her forearm. It was never a good idea to ignore a spirit. It was never a good idea to stop and listen. A motorised heart whirred just a little faster in its metal cage.

On a not-yet-desolate street at a not-yet-desolate hour, a ghost and a cherub met eyes. The pair above was black, the pair below bright red. A strong... aura... radiated from the little creature, who otherwise seemed at least sixty per cent human. The many things that might make her seem otherwise were hidden under her hoodie, just like Ayem's were hidden in hers.

[color=fff79a]"Umm."[/color] Taking the paper in her fingertips, letting just enough metal through that she wouldn't have to actually [i]touch[/i] it, Ayem put a knuckle to her lips and simultaneously suppressed a giggle and an [i]oh, no[/i]. If there was a chance to turn back before, it was gone now. [color=fff79a]"I'm not really sure. She could be anywhere."[/color] She looked back at the cherub, who probably weighed as much as an over-full shopping bag. Less, maybe. [color=fff79a]"Do you... Know how you're going to get to her?"[/color]