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She smiled when the woman said she wished her pets could talk, but said nothing. She oftentimes wished the same thing, but there was no use saying anything about it. Many people wished animals could talk, but it would be a rather odd world if they could talk. Would they be upset that they were 'caged' in a house all day? Or would they be happy that they had someone that took care of them and loved them unconditionally? Vanessa shrugged the thought off as she followed the girl, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. Though when the woman asked what kind of antique collection she had and followed with her own collection, Vanessa visibly perked up.

"I mainly have the same as you, music and movies. As for games I couldn't really get into them, though I think I have an atari somewhere..." she trailed off as she wondered where the old console could be before she shrugged and continued, "Many of my things are actually on loan at the museums, but the far more valuable antiques I keep with me. They're mostly weapons, starting with the longsword all the way up through to the modern weapons we have today. I have armor once worn by Joan d'Arc and some furniture, many dating back to nearly a thousand years old. I would have more furniture but most pieces didn't survive being moved to the many different houses and apartments I have lived in."

Vanessa was getting rather careless in her words and she realized that she would have to come up with an excuse as to how she got her antiques and why she moved often. She hoped that the woman wouldn't pick up on it and was rather glad when the woman changed topic.

"I was not aware you were searching for the Immortal, but as it turns out I am too searching for him. But yes, might not be a bad idea to avoid traveling at night."

Although, she wasn't too worried about getting lost at night. It wasn't that she didn't think she'd get lost, for she would, she simply didn't feel scared of the dark anymore. After all, why would someone who couldn't die be scared of anything?