@huntercam [ EYES ]: sender (cam) notices receiver (holly) looking at them.
Tom's list of dead giveaways for nightstalkers has been drifting like a twinkling star through the periphery of her thoughts ever since their fateful first meeting. Nightwalkers. Tangible horrors that contrast with the radio-analog shoggoth that's been needling towards this place. It's just another angle of worry for her, she realizes, as she pulls the shutter down in front of the entrance of Silver Scream and locks it. The place must be hurting for help, she thinks, if the owner'd been so quick to give her a key.
She turns away from work to fish altoids out of a tine, popping two of them as she scans the street. She finds a whole lot of nothing, until she finds something that makes her head tilt in curiosity. A man, stylishly unkept, exiting the door of a small gallery that'd recently opened up across the street. He cuts an imposing silhouette, enough to draw her in long enough for her to nearly startle when his eyes snap to her gawking stare, and she quickly averts her gaze, unnerved, and starts a worried trudge down the street towards of her van.