Her head cocks slightly to the side, listening to the funny accents around them and then nods in agreement. "Definitely like Muggle films in New York!" And there is another nod as she takes a closer look at the clothing. "I reckon '20s too. No one's sad enough for that Depression bit they go through." Not that Tonks is on the full up and up of Muggle History, especially American history. But she's seen enough movies and read a few books enough to know about it at least.
"We're a bit out of place, then." She says with a wry smile at her companion. Looking down at her denim trousers and the t-shirt with David Bowie on it, Tonks realizes that she's definitely out of place. "What is that spell..?" She tries to remember the glamour charm from that part of her Auror training. "I really should have paid more attention in Disguises Training.." But paying attention to something that one could do without a thought was sometimes like paying attention to how one breathes. It's weird. But she does, at least, change up the most recognisable part of herself -- the long pixie cut of pale pink shifts, in length and style and colour. It changes instead to a bob similar to some other women walking past, the colour shifting closer to her mother's and Sirius' darker hair.
"Could always borrow some clothes if someone has them on a line." She says thoughtfully, but that's just an idea if they happen across something like that. As it is, cheering up even more because this looks like a fun adventure, she grins at Remus and links arms with him easy peasey, wandering around and taking in the sights.
As they pass one area that leads down into an alley, there's a voice that calls out to them. "Hey, you two. Why don'cha come over here for a spell?" But there's nobody that the voice belongs to. Literally, there are no bodies around. Just some advert posters on the brick walls, one in particular done of a woman in the Art Deco style of the time.
Tonks, looking confused, arches an eyebrow.
[OOC: They're both very different from my local San Francisco! My first NYC experience included a VERY feisty air hostess yelling at a passenger, then having a cabbie nearly run me and my friend over and another pedestrian hitting the hood of the cab with a LITERAL 'We're walkin' here!' and then 'You girls okay?' all in a very Brooklyn accent. NYC amuses me.]
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"We're a bit out of place, then." She says with a wry smile at her companion. Looking down at her denim trousers and the t-shirt with David Bowie on it, Tonks realizes that she's definitely out of place. "What is that spell..?" She tries to remember the glamour charm from that part of her Auror training. "I really should have paid more attention in Disguises Training.." But paying attention to something that one could do without a thought was sometimes like paying attention to how one breathes. It's weird. But she does, at least, change up the most recognisable part of herself -- the long pixie cut of pale pink shifts, in length and style and colour. It changes instead to a bob similar to some other women walking past, the colour shifting closer to her mother's and Sirius' darker hair.
"Could always borrow some clothes if someone has them on a line." She says thoughtfully, but that's just an idea if they happen across something like that. As it is, cheering up even more because this looks like a fun adventure, she grins at Remus and links arms with him easy peasey, wandering around and taking in the sights.
As they pass one area that leads down into an alley, there's a voice that calls out to them. "Hey, you two. Why don'cha come over here for a spell?" But there's nobody that the voice belongs to. Literally, there are no bodies around. Just some advert posters on the brick walls, one in particular done of a woman in the Art Deco style of the time.
Tonks, looking confused, arches an eyebrow.
[OOC: They're both very different from my local San Francisco! My first NYC experience included a VERY feisty air hostess yelling at a passenger, then having a cabbie nearly run me and my friend over and another pedestrian hitting the hood of the cab with a LITERAL 'We're walkin' here!' and then 'You girls okay?' all in a very Brooklyn accent. NYC amuses me.]