“Observing you.”

Echoes the stranger with an equally slight nod. Another brief pause before she speaks again.

“How well do you intend to follow through tonight?”

She doesn’t want to miss anything good.

She lingers where she stands for a moment, and then obliges his silent command to step closer. She considers his question.

“An observer.”

And she does so, seeming to materialize from the shadows behind him. Green eyes focused and observant. The gun is of no apparent concern to her. Wild black curls drift on the wind, revealing the handle of the sword upon her back.

She says nothing, but makes no further move towards him either.

< caught here, the consequences will be dire. So she intends not to be caught.

“I think I’ve seen you before. What’s your name?”