[Barbara faced death in the face every day; and laughed at it. She still had that teenaged belief that she could overcome anything without injury.

Grandmas were in their own territory, though. As someone who'd never really gotten to know her mother, matriarchs existed in a special spot of awe in her mind. Especially the creepy grandmotherly sorts.

Still. Old woman. Muddy street. Apparently with directions somewhere useful... Barbara wrapped the cloak tighter, and decided to maybe follow her for a while.]