The blonde shifted her far-gazing blue eyes from the street beyond, seemingly distant and disconnected from this current bloodstained reality, listening less intensely to what the dark handsome stranger before her than to the faint nothingness in the distance, "Yeah."
Her keys slipping from her tight dark denims and falling towards the earth in deliberate coincidence, her eyes coming to rest acutely on him once more. Gauging eyes methodically measuring his response to the keys—the preternatural ease he reflexively snatched the falling object from the air-- against unknown criteria judging him a potential threat. He’d given himself away.