Maryella shouldered her bat and frowned, a little miffed at being ignored. Normally groups like this didn't just stand around in the rain for nothing. What were they doing?
She turned the wheelchair and made like she was going back into the store, but she stopped right at the threshold. They were Inhumans, which anyone could easily see, but there was something else. Some called it foolery, but Maryella had always prided herself in being able to sniff out the non-gifted humans. And the stench lingered. That's probably what caused the commotion. She deduced.
At last, curiosity over took her. Not a hard feat, as her shop was a hoard of curiosities and she had a knack for finding them. "Hey." She called. "I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure you land lovers don't like the rain. The shop's open if you'd like to come in."