Iradel wasn't stupid. She'd lived here for too long to just assume that the man behind her, despite the distance, just happened to be headed in the same direction. Not after several deliberate but useless turns from her side. She sucked her cheeks in and resisted the urge to speed up. Not yet. She was sure she could get rid of him, but just starting to run wouldn't exactly do her much good, probably. She casually reached down a pocket in her rough cotton shirt, her fingers closing around what she called her knife. Except it was only a sharpened piece of wood. Not particularly useful against a real knife, but it had saved her ass in the night a couple of time. Especially when doing things they were not supposed to, certain people were quite quick to jump to the conclusion that the pointy thing she'd be holding up in the dark was in fact a knife. 
She'd only stabbed someone once, with it. It was far from effective, but it had been a nice distraction. She got away relatively unharmed, at least.

A quick little look around, during which she did her best to look dreamy, as if just admiring the city, confirmed that in the distance the man was still there. He was good, she gave him that. If she hadn't been completely on edge because of her last theft, she'd probably hadn't noticed. But now she was looking for anything that could be considered 'off'. Those rich folks tended to be way too proud and bruising their ego could have unexpected results.
Iradel decided it was time to try to shake the stranger off. She turned left, into a really dark, really narrow alleyway and started running, taking turns left and right, hoping to make it impossible for the man to follow her. She hadn't seen him before, so she hoped he wasn't familiar here, in which case these streets would be a true maze. If he did know his way around… well, she could only hope that either he had no bad intentions or she was fast enough and she decided to put her money on the latter.
However, she was getting tired. Despite her good condition, the fact that she hardly ever had enough to eat was a weight on her skinny shoulders. She could do running away for a while, but she was no long distance runner. Not in this shape.

And if it hadn't been for one inconvenient setback, her quick legs might still have carried her to safety if she had been very lucky. However, as she quickly moved into yet another narrow little street, one that reeked of all kinds of unpleasant substances, she was facing two men who seemed to be bout to attack eachother. They hadn't seen her yet, so she quickly moved backwards, out of the alley. She had been thrown off guard a little and felt like she had lost precious time. It didn't help that the only other way was a dead end unless she went back for a few streets, risking meeting the man who had been pursuing her. In the alley, the sounds of a loud fight had started and Iradel started running again, panting, away from the noise and back until the street allowed her to turn left again. She slowed down a little. Surely she would have gone far enough? Even if she'd been taught to count past thirty she'd lost count of how many turns she'd taken.