But for the silvery, metallic texture of her skin, the girl could have easily been mistaken for human. But it was clear that she was a kind of artificial lifeform. New Yorkers, of course, were more than accustomed to the sight, much in the same way they had rather quickly grown used to Mister Grimm many years ago.
She had, at Cassandra's request, gone out to locate Kristoff. Not that either believed Kristoff to be any particular danger, but, well, better safe than sorry.
She approached the pair. "Hello, Kristoff," she said. "I hope that I am not interrupting unduly?"
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