28 July 1889 - Covent Garden
Well, at least the man was honest, she thought, nodding in understanding. Performers and people who walked these streets were her kind, and she always appreciated the blunt honesty of some of the more....weathered kind of folk. "Showing off," she echoed, "Making ends meet, same thing." Being enigmatic tonight wasn't exactly on her list of things to do when she started this evening, however until she got a better measure of him, she wasn't searching to be too straightforward.
She opened her mouth to give him a name to call her, however, she caught his brief glance behind her. Hestia had a feeling she knew what it would be about before she even looked; sometimes these things happened, especially if she got distracted. Twirling flames in the air were definitely something she hadn't seen in a long time. She turned back to him, sighing resignedly before giving him a cat that ate the canary grin. "And, that'll be my signal to leave," she chirped, stuffing her hands in her pockets and tilting her head at him cordially before marching off in the opposite direction of the man searching in his pockets.