One two blocks down there was a group of men beginning to shout their protests as they found themselves tied up and strung to a street light, many boxes of stolen electronic good underneath them. One block down, May was walking out of an ally from quickly changing into regular clothes before the cops showed up. As she turned her back on the scene, a grin came across her face as heard one of them yell something about a crazy spider-freak. Shaking her head, she kept on walking, smoothing out her face to a neutral glance.
She was walking right toward another person when she risked a glance back to the men, "Los Angeles crazies at their finest." she commented just as she was about to walk past him.
May turned to spare a glance at the passing person, blue eyes going wide slightly as she did. Well, he was absolutely gorgeous, why didn't they make them like that back in Manhattan? Blinking, she forced her eyes away from the guy, and back to the area in front of her. A low-level warning from her senses caused her to step more to the side away from the stranger. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she kept looking ahead. Why did the cute ones always have to set off warnings?