Simon blinked at the kitchen at the cook standing in it. Simon's nose wrinkled as he smelled something that certianly didn't belong in a kitchen; the guy was mumbling about how Der Waffle House was certainly not the place to keep a job - the mortality rate was frightening.
The doctor shrugged and ran out the back. He tried to decide which way she might have gone, and he guessed at the direction, running after her. Maybe he'd find her; he wasn't sure what he was going to do with her when he did find her. Look at that mole, yes, but anything else he was at a bit of a loss.
Simon soon saw what he guessed was a feminine figure not far away.
"Hey! Hey, you! Stop!" Please stop. I really do need to find more exercise.