It's been a while since Aradia's visited the Carnival. She used to go every year, but... well. Previous shenanigans, untimely death, etc. The narrative knows the score by now. But she needed a pick-me-up this year, and she had been getting better at the whole manifesting thing lately, so what's the harm?

Turns out the harm was barely dodging a street brawl. Oops.

Most people can't even see her, this she knows, and she can practically feel Will's disapproval over her breaking her word already but- but some poor idiot's in over their head and she doesn't stop to think. Just anchors herself to the nearest streetlight and reaches for something to throw, planning to start a steady barrage of rocks at the nearest thug to hopefully give the Dude an opening to fight back. Or run, if that's more his style.

Something about him looks familiar, though. It's hard to place and it'll bug her all night, but something keeps gnawing at her attention. Whatever, she'll pick at it later when New Dude isn't in danger of becoming a pretty chalk outline on the pavement.