Cleome smiled softly and nodded as an answer to Cait's question about sensing the wildlife. [color=plum]"Everything is connected, whether we realize it or not,"[/color] she spoke as the heat could be a factor with the insects and other creatures as Victor said. Cleo couldn't help but get a weird feeling of it all all. The fae woman kept her eyes and ears open for anything the creatures could be nervous about. After gazing around the area for a bit, Cleome decided that food was probably a good option. One never knew when they would get the chance to eat again. 

Cleo tilted her head as she figured she would likely need shoes. Humans were picky with such rules, so she reached for her sandals where she had been sitting in the back of the truck. She slipped on the tan leather corded flats, grabbed her matching leather parcel, and crossed the parking lot to the diner. Upon opening the door, it jingled, causing Cleome to glance up at the bell with curiosity. Such interesting thoughts humans had to warn one another of their presence. 

Cleo glanced around until she found Vincent and smiled softly. [color=plum]"Is it alright to share a meal space with you, Vincent, or would you prefer to be by yourself? I understand the need for solitude,"[/color] she said as she adjusted the strap of the parcel over her head to rest on her shoulder, cross-body-wise, and pulled her long, dark hair out from being stuck.