There's also this woman, playing a variation on fetch with her dog.

If she's paying more attention to her surroundings than the average passerby, most people wouldn't notice, but she's likely to notice anyone out of place.

Well, fortunately or unfortunately for Itaruko and Theira, they are quite out of place!

… Itaruko not so much apart from seeming rather like a tourist. Theira… well, the eyes are pretty noticeable.

Their clothing, at least, seems mostly normal? Itaruko is wearing a leather jacket which has a couple of stripes over it, plus jeans.

Theira is also wearing jeans. And a black top and a jacket.

She seems to be looking mostly at the ground, only looking around briefly every so often.

Jay has certainly noticed them, and is tracking them discreetly, trying to work out if they're a threat. They don't appear to be visibly armed. But then again, neither is Jay, and she is definitely armed.  She tosses the ball she'd just retrieved from Dieter up and down.  Then she looks down at her dog, who's waiting patiently, head cocked to one side.

"I need you to give me a reason to introduce myself," she murmurs. Dieter cocks his head.

Jay smirks, and then throws the ball at her targets, just casually enough for it not to be obvious she's aiming for them. Dieter's off after it like a shot.

She gives a wordless shout of warning. If their reflexes are good they should be able to avoid being hit by both ball and munsterlander.

Theira's apparently got very good reflexes, seeing as how she spins around to face it, notices the dog, and then gracefully moves out of the way.

Itaruko, less so, but he manages to get out of the way anyway.

Then he notices the dog, and looks sort of confused.

"Dieter, heel!" she calls, hurrying over. "I'm so sorry," she apologises, clipping Dieter's leash back on when he come to her side. "I didn't look where I was throwing and Dieter gets a little over excited.  You...look a little lost, can I be of any assistance?"

Itaruko steps in front of Theira as she gets out and looks down at her phone – "Oh, it's no problem," he says, in a slightly halting and accented voice. "We're just looking around."

"Of course," Jay agrees amicably. "I suppose I should be used to tourists in London by now. Word to the wise though, entirely purple eyes are...not the norm. It's bright enough that you could probably get away with a set of sunglasses. Otherwise you might find yourself the centre of a lot of unwanted attention. I can't imagine that's on your to do list."

Pause. "It's a weird cultural thing," says Theira, sounding… sort of Italian. "Where I'm from, that is."

"Quite a ways away that must be," Jay says. "It does have me wondering if you found your way here through Milliways?"

The question is innocuous enough, and if they don't understand it, Jay's being paranoid over nothing.

"… It might have been somewhere that way."

Theira looks around briefly to check nobody's directly nearby.

"I'm guessing you know the place, then?"

Jay nods. "I've encountered it a time or two. Nice place to get away to when you need to think if a door happens to turn up."

She looks down for a second. "I do have to ask: you're not the start of an invasion are you? I mean, I figure you won't say yes if you are, but I'd prefer to be forewarned of any potential invasions."

"– I don't think so?" responds Theira, looking over at Itaruko.

"No? I mean, should we be?"

"Well, you can try," Jay says with a smirk, "but I can't say I'd advise it, and I don't really think you should. Also, fairly sure Milliways wouldn't let you troop an invasion army through. I think the evilest thing we have is a megacorp that doesn't always play fair. And the standard criminals that run around everywhere. I don't typically miss evil people running around my world.

"So, just here as tourists then? Any reason in particular you picked us? Or was it just there happened to be a door?"

"The bar was kinda deserted while we were there, and there was a polite person who let us know about his world." Pause. "Basically, the description seemed to be: it's nice but it could do better, and so – here we are, conveniently visiting and seeing if there's a clean way to do anything."

"I don't suppose there are many people with coloured eyes around here, are there?"

"'Conveniently', huh? Trying to get us to clean up our act, huh?" Jay's tone is light, but her eyes are intent. She turns her attention to the question. "Like yours, no. Scleral tattooing is a thing, but it's dangerous enough that it's not common, and you can get contacts to do that kind of thing as well. Naturally? Definitely not." She shrugs. "To be fair, you'll get some funny looks, and perhaps a bit more attention than you'll like, and people will sniff at it, but it'll mostly be written off as a fashion statement of some kind. Unless you run into anyone who's a proper dick."

– Blink. "I really should've guessed that profanity in a foreign language would be weird."

She looks up, humming. "I suppose when not heard through however Milliways translates things it might be. Sorry, I have a tendency to swear without really noticing it." She reached down absently to scratch Dieter's ears. "So. What precisely do you mean by 'cleaner way to do things'?"

"I mean, if there's a clean way for us to change anything." Pause. "Since we come from a place that could, I think, be a role model to some parts of your world. Might prompt change."

"In my experience, people very rarely want change to happen. I mean, they do, but they don't want to put the work in. If you have a way that might change that, I can probably introduce you to some people who can get the word out and try implementing your methods. But I'd need a bit more information first, really. How about we go somewhere and get out of this cold?" She crouches down and fits Dieter's harness back on. "I know a fantastic cafe just down the road. My treat."

"Sure." He smiles and follows her.

"I'm not sure we have anything revolutionary," says Theira. "We might not be a ton of help."