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Teresa has spent much of her time in the woods out back, where occasionally killing a small animal has provided her with more than enough food; she's found that now she's dead, her occasional hunger and thirst is even more infrequent.
That's not to say she's been avoiding people; from even that distance she's been watching the bar, noticing the different auras therein. There's nothing special about this day that brings her inside, except that today she became curious.
So there she is, standing and leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching the comings and goings. There are plenty of people who are invisible to her special power, but more than enough that she can see an aura to, that keep her interested.
She has a faint smile on her face.
That's not to say she's been avoiding people; from even that distance she's been watching the bar, noticing the different auras therein. There's nothing special about this day that brings her inside, except that today she became curious.
So there she is, standing and leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching the comings and goings. There are plenty of people who are invisible to her special power, but more than enough that she can see an aura to, that keep her interested.
She has a faint smile on her face.