She recognized the signs of cleaning, having recently had to do the same herself. The dust, the bundles of laundry and the frustration until someone finally came to offer aid. For awhile, this stretch of road had been empty, but with the new arrival and his friend, there was finally activity.

She had been working in her garden, having tied her skirts around her knees to protect her newly made chiton. The boys had caught her attention with the noise, but didn't drive her to distraction until they both removed their shirts, revealing interesting tattoos. It had been a long time since she had seen men like this (let alone lived so close to them). Her yellow eyes trailed again and again towards them, overhearing bits of their conversation.

Finally, she crossed the path to Vergil's home. "Forgive me, you are looking to air out your sheets? Someone helped me construct a line after I arrived. Would you like to use it?"