So much for observation. Whatever energy he'd brought into the bar with him, it follows him right back out— but she doesn't intend to lose sight of him so easily. Even when he'd noticed her staring, she hadn't batted an eye, and subtlety isn't something she puts too much stock into on a normal day. Slamming money down on the bar behind her, she shoves herself off of the stool she'd occupied and heads towards the exit, ignoring the barkeep's shout that she'd overpaid.

She has eyes on him almost immediately upon leaving the bar, and takes off at a run to keep up. Wherever he intends to chase his own prey, she plans to follow— and seeing how this guy deals with him? That'll tell her a whole lot of what she needs to know in itself.