There's another there, staring at the tree. The blonde woman in a short skirt and jacket makes no attempt to hide her interest, since no one who couldn't see the oddness of the tree was likely to pay her much mind in the first place.

What does catch her eye, however, is the curious young man studying the bench. The rotten iron hadn't interested her much, but curious people always catch her attention. She has spells wrapped around her own senses to make sure they do.

She eventually walks purposefully toward the man, heels clicking on the pavement that leads around the tree's mess of fallen leaves. "I don't suppose you're here to finally fix that up, are you?" she asks with her most dissemblingly mundane smile.