Cathy had lived in a city long enough to know that nothing good ever resulted from a strange man suddenly appearing to make conversation on the streets late at night. Taking care to assertively get a good look at him, she simply nodded, hands reaching inside her pocket to enclose around her pepper spray, quickening her pace as she continued along her way. Already, she was formulating a plan of action. There was a drug store just ahead-- if he tried to follow her she could easily make it there, where it was well-lit and there were other people.