Sylvia had decided to go to the church via the main road. It may have been long, but she preferred the space to the narrow alleyways. She had thought the church on the outside was pretty grand, but on the inside? The inside was kind of strange. Most of the churches she's been to have always been structured so that during the day, the sunlight would illuminate the inside. Here? It was dark. She wasn't sure if it was intentional, or if it was poor planning on the construction of the church. She was glad to see that she didn't come in during a sermon. 

She waited patiently until the younger man finally noticed her and approached her. She raised an eyebrow at the greeting quizzically, before she continued, greeting, "Hi. I was informed that the church may have information about...a strange incident, and I would like to know as much about it as possible,"

Sylvia was mentally debating whether or not she should say that she was the one who is going through this 'strange event' or if she should just say that a friend is going through it.