[It wasn't entirely unoccupied. There was a woman fussing in front of one of the statues, sweeping around to get any of the leaves and detritus out of the way while she frowned at the tentacle haired woman, her eyes narrowing.

Look, she'd seen this happen in other locations, but the shrine and bridge hadn't been touched. Nobody touched HER shrine, damnit, and this had her putting her hands on her hips, growling at the broom.]

Don't give me lip. Look what they did to this place. This isn't even Shinto imagery and you know it.

[She squinted hard. Was it Greek? Maybe she needed to talk to Melinoe or Merlin about this shit. Someone else's world was getting melded to... oh, it was this guy. She gave a quick bow and planted her hands on her hips.]

What the hell is going on here?