Cissie was about to take out the burner phone she'd picked up for tonight - one thing she'd managed to get upon arriving was a large stash of burner phones for occasions like this. She'd been using them a lot more recently when she had targets that she wasn't knocking out. It got them taken care of and it meant that she didn't have to stick around, but generally she did anyway.
She was about to take the burner phone out and call the police when she heard a low voice behind her. She froze in place, ready to get into a fighting stance, and turned around only to find someone a little taller than she was a costume standing behind her. She'd heard what was said, rusty book skills, she didn't argue with what was said, she was more focused on the fact that there was someone behind her.
"What the fuck?!" She exclaimed after a moment. For the last several weeks she'd had the feeling that she was being watched. That weird feeling you got when the hair at the back of your neck stood on end. But she hadn't been able to see anyone. Then she'd met Mr. Grocery Bags and then met him again?! "Where did you come from?!"
She knew it was rude, but she was confused. Was every one who was an archer just popping in on her? She really wasn't trying to make waves here... Admittedly... she knew she must have been a little rusty, but thus far she'd been okay.... Not having someone to spar with and her time off of several months hadn't helped the situation. But seriously. What was it with people following her?!