*sniffs around a few buildings and finds nothing of particular interest, until she slips through one (locked) door in particular and hears raised voices echoing faintly down the dim hall* *oooOOOOooooh*
*fades from shadow to shadow, doorway to doorway, following the sounds until she nears a more brightly-lit area* *peers around a corner and zeroes in on the source of the disturbance: one harried store clerk, small and angry and radiating something that smells a lot like fear; one you, gigantic (for a mortal) and angry and probably the reason for that fear*
*watches you more closely, of course, because experience tells her that her Ladyship would take more pleasure in seeing the big guy knocked down*