As he passed by the cafe, Dimitri heard an almighty racket from inside, racket that sounded a lot like the firing of a gun. The wendigo stopped briefly and looked over his shoulder to see what it was, his eyes turning from red to blue for a fraction of a second. Dimitri contemplated getting a better look, but decided against hanging around to find out for concern of further irritation. He was in a bad enough mood as is thanks to what had transpired earlier, however there was nothing he could really do about it until nightfall. With a small sigh and a slight scratch of his cheek from discomfort caused by dried blood, Dimitri continued to meander down the street, rubbing his face with his jacket sleeve to remove the dried fluid as he went. His jacket was pretty much a mess, between the blood and oils spilled on it, it was clearly long overdue for a cleaning. All that would have to wait however as Dimitri jogged the rest of the way to his apartment roughly three blocks away to wait for sunset.