"Only when I'm followed," she quipped dryly. Ringer crossed her arms over her thin frame. While very aware of her mortality, she was used to dealing with people and things a hell of a lot stronger than her and preferred to hold her until or unless it became necessary to do otherwise.

This guy, on the other hand, looked more like a drunk human trying to get laid than anything dangerous, though she wouldn't dismiss the possibility outright. He was reasonably attractive and around her age, both of which made her want to distance herself from him. A quick and awkward conversation, as most conversations were for her, and then she would probably be able to escape and continue with her futile search.