A mercenary? The fact that Tenebrous recognized the woman certainly didn't make him feel any better, especially knowing that new little bit of information. A merc, talking about how the fireworks were going to start? How was that good? The information dropped like lead into Piotr's stomach, his frown deepening. Keep an eye out? What about hunting her down?
"Will do." He replied, though didn't sound particularly pleased about it. He sighed audibly, walking back out into the crowd to go back toward the food line. At least it wasn't as long now. He took a moment to scan over the immediate area, to see if he could catch a glimpse of the woman, Domino, but saw nothing.
Yeah, keep an eye out.
He flipped his cell open again as he took his place at the back of the line, texting Wicked one more time. Getting her in close proximity would probably make him feel a little better. He had to assume it would at least be a little safer. [You said diet, right?]