Maddie made an effort, but there's too much going on in a place like that for a ghost girl to really draw attention to herself. Not- you know, when anyone not involved in this whole good and evil thing can't see her. So after the forth drunk person stumbled through her she called it quits.

Maybe haunting the gym tomorrow will net better results.

She hit the Cleveland street, bundled up in a man's coat she snatched on the way to the door. It was available and being a ghost didn't immune her from cold. On top of the many, many, serious problems with her 'life' (as it were), the fact that she could get cold was insulting. She almost started back to the hotel when she noticed the woman. She looked... well, honestly bad. Like- there was freaked out and then there was- that. It wasn't her problem, she should go home. She didn't have to butt in.

...but maybe she could help. Maddie scrunched her eyes closed a moment, then walked over to the woman. "Hey, you alright?" The concern in Maddie's voice was genuine, and her attention mostly on the shellshocked stranger. Save Maddie's hasty sidestep of a trio of drunk guys who clearly did not see her. Let's not focus on that right now, if at all possible.