Tas waited outside. He was watchful around him. There were still drunks out, stumbling past. He didn't like it. He wanted to leave and get away from these people. He glanced up at the sky. Fine. He'd go in after her. He checked to make sure the car was locked and that the keys weren't inside and walked back into the club. That sense that something wrong, that he needed to be aware picked up. He slid against the wall, blending into the shadows. Instinct took over. Be quiet. Be watchful. Be invisible.
Tas spotted Tris immediately and saw the man. He pulled a knife from hiding. He held it tightly. His breathing calmed as he moved silently forward. Most people their adrenaline would kick up but Tas was calm. He wouldn't do anything, not yet. He would watch, stay hidden and move when he had to.