A raven haired girl in black jeans and a purple tank wanders into the yard, and stretches out in the sun not far from where Rina walked. She lifts a hand in friendly greeting, her eyes hidden behind sunglasses. The invitation to strike up a conversation is left open, but she doesn't push.
A mirror, much like one would scry with, is pulled from the girl's messenger bag, as is a black velvet bag. The rattling of stones is distinctive.