To say that Orion and Mitch did not know they were being followed would have been a lie: They had damaged Citadel security, fled the state, and were well acquainted with more classified security information than most Liberty spies could dream of. 

More accurately, they were unaware that they were being followed by a very large Norwegian Knight less than a ball field north. 

There were more pressing matters at hand, like taking soft steps and checking around the corners for any unfriendly Ashrats. Trying to preserve Mitch's energy, the pair had a system: Orion gave Mitch's arm a squeeze, and they vanished from sight. They moved to check around a blind spot, Orion squeezed twice, and the two resumed their visibility and proceeded forward. 

To an observer, it may even look more like a short-range teleport than invisibility. 

[color=8C6868]"Step up, here,"[/color] Orion said, and his dust-dry throat crackled though the whisper. Mitch followed through what was left of a doorway, and Orion proceeded to explain the scene in a hushed voice. [color=8C6868]"It looks like what's left of a- a restaurant, maybe? No roof- looks like it may have been caught by a wind manipulator. Or a storm- Maybe the blowback from a bomb. Most of the walls are here. Windows shattered. There's some faucets. Looks like the sink basins got ripped off."[/color]

Mitch tugged on Orion's sleeve, and pointed to their left. [color=76D7C4]"I heard a drip, I think. Over there. And it smells... damp? And green."[/color] 

Orion took a glance about. [color=8C6868]"Yeah- Yeah. I does. I heard it, too,"[/color] he said, and pulled Mitch down into a crouch behind a counter. 

[color=76D7C4]"What're we doing?"[/color]

[color=8C6868]"You've got your gun, so--"[/color]

[color=76D7C4]"Orion, what if someone sees? Don't you treat me like some--"[/color]

[color=8C6868]"Nope. No way. There's some broken shit all around there, and we can't afford you to get cut on it. So just stay down for a second. Gimme your canteen. I think I've got the iodine in my bag."[/color]

With a sigh of resignation, Mitch released her hold on Orion's shirt sleeve and did as he had asked. [color=76D7C4]"I don't like it."[/color] She shoved the canteen out toward his voice, bumping his leg in the process. She followed the sound of his footsteps- One, two, three, a pause, four, five, a kick of something that may have been glass, six and stop. The faucet squeaked and the pipes moaned too loudly for her liking. 

Anyone could have heard. 

But the water was running. They had four bottles. It couldn't take that long.