His gaze followed her as she moved away from him, not entirely respecting her need for privacy as he turned to the side and listened to what words drifted over his way. He put enough together that she was telling the wingman what had happened in the museum, but she clearly was not about to say too many opinions when he was still so close. He watched their surroundings, flexing his hands and stretching a little as if he were getting ready for a considerable exercise. He thought he might eventually need to hunt her, and he would take a certain joy in using his tracking skills to make he realize that in some areas she was so completely outmatched that it was laughable. He tingled with the thought alone, which meant the actuality would be so much sweeter.

He turned his head when it seemed she was finished, watching her before he stalked after her as she headed off. He disregarded the phone remnants as unimportant, coming up behind her and walking at her elbow rather than companionably beside her. "Shower and perhaps cut out some more red? There might be a few stray agents that could leak information for those in the North and South," he said casually. He would let her take the lead in the direction seeing as he expected they would be going somewhere that wouldn't lead them into very many public places.