You're being followed.
Pronyma threaded her way through Meltokio's busy streets. She would never pass as human, and her pride prevented her even trying, but it was amazing how many people passed without a second glance just because she moved like she belonged there. All she had to do to pass completely unnoticed was to dress down and pretend she knew exactly where she was going. And usually, that was exactly what she did.
She had other methods of gathering information of course, but this was her favourite, the one that held the most satisfaction for her, being somebody's shadow. Or even being a shadow full stop. The things she overheard just by just being somewhere nobody would look. Sometimes the best places to hide were in plain view.
But today, she wasn't concerned with these things. She had no job to do, nobody to follow. Today she wandered the streets with only the task of finding something to pass her time - and deciding what she should do now that everything she thought she had had turned to dust.
Today, it wasn't that people weren't noticing her, but that she wasn't really seeing them. She was walking down a sleepy street several streets away from the shopping district when she noticed them: footsteps behind her that seemed to pause when she did. It may have been paranoia but a lifetime of sketchy work and sketchy places made her turn, demands already at her lips.
