"Wait, please! What is it?" She ran as well, only enough to keep pace with him. He really was fast for someone who wasn't trained, which started to ping her suspicions all over the place. She was armed and ready, but the almost maternal concern just wouldn't leave her alone.

Finally she cut him off, making to grab one of his wrists lightly enough that he could pull it out of the grip easily if he wanted to. Concern was written all over her face and eyes both seeing and not were focused on him, "Please, tell me. Are you running from someone, sir? I promise I only want to help you."