Before Izzy could get too far, she heard the other man call to her, his tone surprisingly polite. Despite her desire to escape, she could not help but pause. She watched, her body tense and ready to continue her run should the need arise, as the hunters backed away. When the shadows consumed them and the feeling that had haunted her since she first spotted Cutter faded, she breathed a sigh of relief.
	At least the man was not a hunter. Making no indication she intended to go any nearer to him, she looked the remaining man over suspiciously. He seemed harmless enough, even if in a ridiculous sort of way. She watched him warily as he brandished a cigarette, but did not light it, her body still on edge and ready to run. She kept glancing to where the hunters had disappeared, expecting them to pop back out at any second.
	Her attention went fully to Hawaiian-shirt-guy as he spoke to her once more.
	“You think so, huh?” she asked with stiff sarcasm, standing as tall as she could and looking him in the eye. “Who are you? How did you...?” she glanced to the spots where the hunters had disappeared once more, letting the last question trail off.