The simple act of walking around was something Elizabeth truly cherished here. It was a beautiful day, and she had her mind set on simply wandering about to see what the city's inhabitants were doing that particular day. She'd just been about to stop at a stall selling some trinkets when she heard her name being called.

It did not take her long to find the source. She remembered Sybil well - how could she not, with how badly she'd reacted when they first met? - and she was pleased to see she didn't seem to take it personally. In fact, she seemed to be waving her over. She shot the stall owner a small smile before departing, slipping through the crowds until she reached the other woman.

"Sybil," she said in a friendly sort of greeting. She was glad she remembered - a lot of that night was a admitted blur, and it'd be horribly rude of her to forget. "How have you been? It's good to see you again."