[Lydia is perfectly dressed, perfectly coiffed, and her smile is dazzling.]Hi, everyone.
My name's Lydia Martin, and I'm a banshee.
[She lets that sink in for a moment.]So here's the thing. This city? Is full of crazy stuff that no one ever suspected was even possible. I mean, if we can cope with guys who run at superhuman speeds and people from other planets, I don't exactly see the value in hiding, especially when you're dealing the scientific improbabilities of transdimensional pocket universes that exist outside the forward movement of time and there isn't even a wardrobe to explain it.
So my thought is? Let your freak flag fly. Who's going to persecute you here? Who's going to tell you that you're impossible, and shouldn't exist? Not me. And maybe there's other people just like you here, or maybe kind of the same, or just a -leetle- different since the rules from their universe don't apply. Wouldn't you want to meet them? Wouldn't you want to know more?
You're in the one place where you don't have to hide. Unless you're like...an axe murderer or something. But if you still feel safer keeping things on the DL, tell you what. If you're interested in reaching out to like minded Cityzens but want to do so discreetly, contact me privately, and I'll keep an eye out for those with similar origins.
You know what they say. Live together, die alone.