"Fine. Crap, whatever. No deal, I get it." Diana said, angry that she'd been ignored like that. Yes, she'd been planning to steal a fortune from the alien and prepared to kill him if he got in the way, but he had nothing to gain from being a jerk. She, on the other hand, had the world to gain. In her opinion, at least, that excused it. It didn't make things any better that this meant the deal was off as well.

She left him behind and returned to her crewmates and the bar, when she noticed the huge Sykrott get up and leave. There wasn't much extraordinary about this on its own, but the more she watched him, the more something seemed off. Maybe the way he was walking, maybe the way he was watching the man that had left a moment before. Maybe he knew that man for something one had done to the other, maybe he was off his meds, maybe she was just seeing things. Whatever it was, the man looked in too much danger for this to be ignored. After a moment's hesitation, she set off after him.

But of course, she stuck out like a sore thumb. Now on her own, in her uniform with all these modifications. At least there were plenty of aliens, so almost everyone was as weird as her in one way or another. Even then, she'd had no training or even practice in shadowing people. She just did her best to look like she happened to be heading this way, which became more and more difficult as she followed the Sykrott into more and more empty areas.

It'd be sooner rather than later she'd be found, so Diana took what time she had to steel herself for the battle to come.