Leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, she tried to focus on calming herself. Surely enough the one person she did not want to see appeared shortly after. "Oh? Are you becoming self aware?" She opened one eye and felt around for something hard. Maybe a pip or something she could swing at the jerk. "Aren't there other poor and destitute people for you to harass or am I just special?" Amelia sneered glaring at him and feeling tired due to hunger. Her boot was starting to sound tasty. Maybe she would eat it as a reward to herself after shoving it down that creep's pompous throat. The nerve of him following her. Was he one of those sick psychopaths that prayed on poor women? That would be her luck. She always attracted crazy people.