[ Sciel sees him when he descends the railing, though her attention remains on her 'customer' (is that the right word? it's not like she's getting paid...) until they leave. With a press of her hands, the cards vanish into seemingly nowhere, and she glances over to her new visitor. ]

It looks like a new beginning found you, huh?

[ She can't say it's quite the same for her, but that would be wallowing in feelings, and she'd rather just stay in the moment. Her fingers aren't twitchy but almost need the stimulation, as she rises just to sit on the railing of the fire escape instead of cross-legged on the floor.

With a hum, Sciel looks up, peering at the stars from beneath the lines of metal grated steps. ]

I don't think these are my stars, honestly. Not that it'd be much of a problem, but it feels a little weird to just ask them for help without talking to them, you know?

[ It's...impossible to tell if she's joking or if she's being serious. ]

But the uncertainty is rife all around; that much is unavoidable. [ Another flick of the wrist and she summons a card, her eyes still on the sky.

The card turns over in her fingers, looking like a deep, blue star. ] A lot of questioning and curiosity. Feeling lost. I think that's par for the course, right?