Tenebrous had his reasons, hell, he may have been stalking the woman himself at this point. That or he was losing that gut reaction that seemed so necessary. Keep an eye out.
[Yeah, watching my weight.] came Wicked's reply. If he scanned over the crowds he could see that dark head standing against the wall of the building right where he'd left her. She had gotten a clove from someone and was currently inhaling drags off of the black cig.
Then there was the man that he'd seen with Domino standing not too far away, short and broad with dark red hair. Other than the red hair the man looked like an Inuit.