She stormed off, but he had no problem keeping up with her. A small droplet of blood meandered from below his eye, but he wiped it away while she wasn't looking. She was struggling with a pill. He ignored her attempts to mock him, and walked over. Quicker than she could react, he took the package from her, pushed the pill free, and handed both the pill and package back into her grasping hands.

He resisted the urge to use his eye again to see the effects the pill had on her body. What was it she wanted to do? Some kind of job, it seemed. His mind drifted back to the last man who he was now rather convinced had scammed him, and his 'job interview'.

He was rather impressed at her ability to continue swearing, both at him and in general, as she took the drug and made her way through the ass-end of the city. His stride was easily able to keep pace with hers, and he made a conscious effort to stay next to her where she could see him from the corner of her eye. He hoped maybe this would help to calm her down.