She shook her head ruefully at herself. ”Still so foolish, after all this time, it seems.” She said softly to herself. It seemed, one way or another, she’d set herself on this course. And there would come a resolution, of that she was sure. What she was less sure of, however, was which way she wanted it to turn out.

She sniffed the collar of Elisa’s jacket, which she was still wearing, and found the subtle scents pleasant. There was the hint of some perfume, one she couldn’t recognize.

She sat up, took the jacket off, and laid it on the bed, looking down at it thoughtfully.

”Mm.” She shook her head a little and got up. The closet was open and it was apparent that Elisa’s sister, Beth (she recalled the name Elisa had mentioned to her during the car ride over), kept some of her clothes here when she was away. She considered appropriating some of them, but she hadn’t asked permission so she thought it might be somehow inappropriate. The only other option was what she’d come with of course. She went over and picked up the scant clothing and considered it. She always felt a little… exposed, somehow, dressed like this as a human (not that she would let it show). She decided though that was probably an unnecessary reaction in this case. Besides, back at the office building yesterday, in the stairwell, she’d been surprised to notice Elisa’s subtle reaction to her as a human in this attire. She was curious to see if she’d been right in guessing the reason for it.

So she set about getting dressed in the clothes she usually wore as a gargoyle. She had to admit, aside from the slight feeling that they left her too vulnerable as a human, she still felt most… herself, wearing these. Even after all the time she’d had to get used to it, it was still a little disquieting to her to actually be a human and not a gargoyle. This actually helped with that some.

Dressed, she tested the door and was again reassured that it wasn’t locked or sealed. As soon as she opened the door though, she immediately noticed the scent of food, which made her realize how hungry she was. Of course, it could be poison, she was a little disgusted with herself to consider. She really didn’t like thinking things like that so incessantly about Elisa, but when you’d been hunted on and off for over a thousand years, it just came as second nature to her where humans were concerned. And usually she was more than fine with that. For some reason though, it was bothering her now in regards to her host, she couldn’t deny that it was. In any case, practically speaking, for obvious reasons, she knew it was extremely unlikely Elisa Maza had poisoned the food she was cooking, so she dismissed the concern as unfounded and found herself quickening her pace to where the pleasant scents were coming from.