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He wasn't going away, she soon realized. There was maybe a good half minute of silence between them, his footfalls settling in after her own. For a moment a streak of annoyance crossed her face visibly, soon replaced by stoicism as a guard. She couldn't afford to let his badgering beneath her skin, especially if he was simply curious. If he had a home somewhere beyond the woods, there were bound to be others lingering around somewhere. Too much attention had never bode well for her and truthfully, she had little desire to be drawing any more to her.

"What does it look like I was doing?" she prompted instead, wondering how best to shake him loose of her trail. Outrunning him wouldn't do her any good, mostly because she had a sinking feeling he was more than capable of keeping up. "Why are you out here following strangers?" The second question came swiftly, this time holding a bite of bitterness to it. She didn't like being followed, but short of whirling around on him and explaining that a bit more violently, she went a verbal suggestion.