As someone who has done her own fair share of tailing others, Irene knows when she's being followed. And here she thought the night might turn out to be a boring bust after the text she received (plans cancelled). It seemed this city was crawling with interesting characters, just as promised. She knows it's a woman — the footsteps give it away. She's good, too. How fun.

She keeps her brisk pace, with the clap, clap, clap of her heels, as she travels another block before turning into the nearest alley. Back against the wall, she waits to catch her tracker by the elbow once she (inevitable) follows her into the shadows.