"Neither have I," she admits, though she doesn't sound worried. "Plenty of creatures, but no shimmering doorways into other realms." Whether or not the other realm is Darrow. She looks around, her fascinator hat keeping the ash from falling into her face. No parasol, largely because she hadn't been expecting to come here to begin with. She nods at the bag on his hip.

"Find anything good? Or is that from the first Darrow?"