>> There is the sound of leather boots clicking about in the dead of the night, hues of dark blue search the empty streets before she bolts on to the cobble stone path ways. The small figure moves about searching frantically for someone or something almost like an indicator that the days work is now put behind her, she can rest if she chooses to do so. Annie hurries about the streets pensive to find a small motel to lodge in for the evening, somewhere safe to sleep that isn't the streets.
She can hear someone though behind her, their footsteps are heavy she wonders for a few seconds who it could be and for a split second she thinks maybe it is an old friend? no, that is impossible she is very much alone in this world now. It could just be some random creep trying to tease a young girl who happens to be alone, frighten her for the hell of it so she stops peering over her shoulders not enough to let them catch her gaze but a good amount that she can see them for a split second. "Stop following me" it comes out not in a request but a command, her voice is smooth but stern signaling she will not tolerate whoever this person is invading her quiet moment.