As soon as his back was turned, a sly hand shot out, fingers wrapping around the abandoned leather cord. Celeste slipped it into the back pocket of her jeans. She wondered about his shrewdness, if she could be honest. He definitely wasn't a rube, that was certain. Didn't seem like a snitch, neither.
"Oh, don't worry," she murmured as she trailed after him. "I'm not the sit and observe type."
Celeste ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip. "Actually." She smiled, her eyes glittering. "Is there anything about maybe...moving things along? If someone read a prophecy and wanted to make it happen. For real."