Tybalt has been following this girl since their chance encounter in the café, though he'd shifted to cat form at the first opportunity. Far easier that way to avoid being noticed, on the rare chance he can't avoid being seen. Normally he wouldn't bother, but the girl smells fae, but doesn't act it. And that's interesting, and he has nothing better to do, so why not follow?

It is especially interesting that she would go wandering around at night, alone, in a city she is apparently unfamiliar with. Even if there were no supernatural dangers in the area, it seemed like a good way to get assaulted. So he followed her. Not to protect. She wasn't cait sidhe, he has no responsibility towards her. But to watch. Because he can.

Then again, he's not really familiar with this city any more either. And so when he makes a leap from the edge of a fence to what he thought was a solid roof, his weight cracks the cheap plastic gutter, sending him tumbling into the trash of the alleyway with a terrible clatter. At the sound of her voice, he twists and thrashes to free himself from the trash, and then saunters out, tail high with offended pride. He pauses in front of Wanda, looks up at her and meows, once.