Outside of his doorway is the scent of asura, though an unfamiliar one. Where Gale carries with him the scent of blood on the wind, here that sent of iron is part of fresh earth and stone. While scents can get muddled out in liminal proper, she's still able to tell this is a place that Gale frequents. He's been here often enough that he can feel the residual of it, which is more than enough to peak her curiosity.

Gale's little paintings hadn't done her justice. Still clad in her Junkyard uniform, her hair and eyes are strikingly bright. Where Gale's expressions tend to lean heavily towards placid, she's wide eyed with curiosity and wonder as she peeks in through the door.

"Hello?"