Humming on a tune Ursula shouldered her way into the deserted bathroom with a loud satisfied cackle. Perfect. She could wash the stench of children out of her clothes in privacy. No disturbances. Ursula would though like it very much if that handsome adult with the glasses and seer sight were to join her. She longed to inspect his aura more closely.

Placing her clothes into a washbasin Ursula got to work her bird having flown up to perch himself on top of one of the mirrors squawking eerily.