He's chasing down a potential hunt, someone he knows is something else, but the trail starts to go cold. Maybe he lost him.

"Jesus,” he says, narrowly stepping out of the way of a truck that’s speeding across the road. “Even in this tiny town in the middle of the night, drivers still suck.”

She’s not sure where to begin, as far as recommendations can go. The best she can do is a smile, scooting a few trays off to the side and showcasing her favorite section of items. 

Whatever it was sounded strange in her ears, and just loud enough to hear. It’s enough to lure her out of the woods, not meaning to sneak up on a shadowy figure. “Did you hear that?”

Nothing like hearing someone’s poor taste in pickup lines fail. 

She’s just stepped away from a short altercation with a man and his truck near the corner of the street, angry that every time he’s tried to leave this place, something has gone horrifically wrong. His temper has her somewhat shaken, but it’s nothing she can’t handle on her own.