As Abaddon traveled around the city via tendril zipping and jumping from building to building, he began to get the feeling he was began watched. Worse still, followed. Already huh? Abaddon considered stopping himself and then going on the offensive to challenge the observer, but he quickly realized that whatever it was tailing him didn't "feel" like a threat, at least not at the moment. He did stop himself however, and hung on to the wall of another structure. Abaddon let out a long, forked tongue afterwards, intending to take in all the scents in the atmosphere. Nothing seemed out of place, save for what seemed to be the faint scent of another of his kind.

"#My kind, here?" Asked the symbiote in his mind. "#It's been long since we've met another of my kind... be on guard, reunions are rarely ever friendly..."

"Obviously... hm, the scent of metahumans abounds in this place. Unsurprising considering the fact this city appears to have gone through hell recently..."

What then caught his senses was the individual watching him. Her scent first of all, it actually smelled rather sweet. Perfume and fragrances, and then the scent characteristic to most metahumans. Abaddon looked in her direction and was... surprised actually. The fragrant scent should have given it away, but the lady following him looked to be of some upper class division in society. The dress, and definitely the comely appearance. Abaddon considered asking her what she was up to in following him, but decided instead to wait and see what she would do.