As she slipped out of the pocketspace, one more monster of the week slain, The magical girl who was once Shine Sparkle's mind wanders to the path that got her here. Not the peril, certainly not, but the investigation that led her to the lair of today's monster.
Hunting Darkloids was never easy. Feeding off of humans and their sharpest emotions from a plane beyond the sight of most not blessed with the necessary charms made them difficult targets. She's been at it for years now, the last of her team left standing, the rest retired, or... Retired. She's seen so much, done so much, been through hell and back and yet...
"Okay, Aimee. Chill. She -just- gave you her number. Nothing else. You were both trying to figure out why this mural was making people flip the [FLIP] out..."
And yet she can't help but roll the paper between her fingers, ink smudging against her thumb. This 'Jeanne'... She was almost certainly supernatural, herself, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. Maybe something in her eyes, a flicker when they passed a bright light... It hardly mattered, anyway. Aimee's been dealing with the more magical side of reality for far too long. She'd be lying if she said she didn't prefer it, on some level.
"Okay, but when was the last time I spoke to -anyone- that wasn't under that [FLIPPING] cat's thumb? You think I don't know how this looks, mumbling to myself in the park after dark?"
She lets her shoulders rise and fall with a sigh, then pulls her phone from where she stored it, hoping her courage doesn't fail her before she pulls up the phone app.