Relinquish the lead wasn't something that he did very often. With a grunt of disapproval, Jason stuffed his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie, moving to follow Faith. Right out of that back alley and onto the street, moving towards what he assumed was the bar.
"You a local?" Didn't seem like she fit the bill...didn't necessarily mean the information was bad. Sometimes outsiders could have it in abundance. "Or just got a memory for the creepy?"