The investigator stopped in her tracks, and turned sharply to face the man. The number of explanations for someone approaching her in the night were few and none of them remotely pleasant for someone trying to lay low. She put a hand over her injured forearm as the man addressed it, the attention he gave it made her uncomfortable. His very voice made her uncomfortable, and under most circumstances she would have already left, as her instincts screamed to do. It also raised the unfortunate fact that she had thrown away her only disinfectant for a fire that had obviously gone out, because she wasn't watching it from a rooftop right now. Having some time to walk had put her back towards ease, but she could already feel the tension growing in her limbs the longer the two of them stood out in the street. Whether he was a threat or not, a picket for the gang she'd recently found herself at odds with or a random stranger, his presence was slowing her return to the Crossroads and safety. "It's been bad. What do you want?" She asked, hasty to get their little meeting over with.