This was going to be the first night she had been out here in over two weeks. The first night since she let Alistair trick her and ended up being his play thing for a few days. There. She thought it. And had just been panic attack free. She idly wondered how long that would last for the evening. She had been avoiding it. Thinking about even the words. It helped that she had other things to think about. It was something to force her thoughts to at the moment. It helped that this had been a very busy night.
Getting back into this was like getting back into something she had lost, even if it had just been for two weeks. It always felt like that. This really was a part of her. Too much a part of her for her to let that fucking bastard of a demon rip it away. And if she punched a little harder? Was a little meaner? Well, that was all for the better wasn't it?
A small smile was actually curving her lips as she thought on those other thoughts. Mostly thoughts of sympathy for Sam. Poor guy who had to deal with a teasing Ruby 24/7. She really did admire that strength of his. And to admire ... naughty thoughts were to put a halt when she caught the corniest like ever. 'Cease your wicked ways?' Wrath? Were Angels taking an interest in cleaning up after criminals?
She followed the voice and what she ended up seeing had her gaping. Eyes still on the motorcycle until it was out of view she went to the guy. He was out cold. Quickly and easily she tied him up. She'd call the police about a criminal in the alleyway later. Dios, she hoped he was one. She really didn't want weirdoes tying up victims in her city. Easily enough, Andrea swung up to the first level of the fire escape, she did so until she reached the roof and then she followed the ... man for a while. Rooftop to rooftop, before shouting out. "Hey! You!". Sure. Witty. But she wasn't in the mood to play at the moment.