Though she'd lived in warmer climates for all her life, travelling had given her more of an immunity to the cold, so she isn't dressed too heavily, at least. It may have only been autumn, but wasn't what she was used to. She had to get outside, though--there was only so much to do in the mansion. Her dog had opted to stay inside, however, apparently disliking how creaky her joints had been getting in this new weather.

Hands tucked into her pockets, she set out with no particular destination in mind. The Gardens seemed to change often enough that no route ever stayed the same for long. Irritating sometimes, but it did keep things interesting.

Peering over her scarf, she spotted a familiar figure jogging along, and lifted a hand to wave. No point in not being polite.