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[She's not on patrol tonight; out for nothing more than a walk on a whim. Though, it might be called more a need instead, one to clear her head concerning certain people, recent talks and decisions made. The entirety of it is frustrating on mental and emotional levels, and she needs an outlet, no matter how short-lived, to give herself a breather. Nighttime walks are good for that, Tear's found.
Though, her even steps are knocked out of pace as her foot suddenly connects solidly with something, sending it skittering away across the pavement. Stopping abruptly, she tries to see whatever it was but there's just not enough light for that far away. She knows the general direction though-- where she creeps to until she's close enough that she can tell that something or someone is on the ground. That's enough to get her to drop the idle interest and hurry over to see what's happening; however, she's not letting concern override her caution.
Chances were, after all, that they hadn't put themselves there]