Locke gave the company around them a quick once over before wordlessly leaving. They decided that the sky and the occult might be better protection than diamonds and fear.
They pushed the doors to the cafe open, hardly registering how cold and wet it was to touch. Locke hardly registered most physical feelings when they didn't need to.
A bit mechanically -- though most things they did could be described as such -- they scanned the area for the odd features of the Personifications.
They spotted them huddled beneath the wings of the sad-looking one and walked over, glaring unhappily through the rain. At least, they hoped, the large-haired lady wouldn't come attack them here. Here, at 3:04:05, on a perfectly fine Wednesday. They pursed their lips with distaste. What an absolutely terrible way to move on with the week.