[He could probably feel her presence before he saw her. That perpetual chill that always seemed to accompany her, one that only really seemed to be felt in the mind. There were still days she wish she could turn it off... it made it impossible to be conspicuous sometimes. But in this case, well... She sort of hoped he'd notice her. He had to know she was back in town. He was always on top of those kind of things. So she just stood in the doorway, watching him work, and waiting for when he was ready to acknowledge her presence.]
the second thing