The approach of footsteps on the pavement did not go unnoticed. Then the question came and Barbara folded the letter up. She nodded and watched the man move towards her, "Yeah, you know, I was just taking out the garbage."
Barbara folded the letter up, stuffed it into the envelope and tossed it down on to the unconscious man, question mark side up. The man that had approached her didn't seem the henchman type and she wasn't getting that vibe from him. Usually bad guys didn't ask if someone was alright.
She had errands to run and had bumped into the man on the pavement. It was almost like he knew where she had been headed, perhaps that he had been following her.
"Thanks for asking, though," Barbara said, brushing her palms together.