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♠ - Her eyes narrowed, a frustrated ‘shit’ being muttered under her breath as she saw the other face looking back to her. It seemed like her position had been compromised. The sheriff held the edge of her the black hood, as if she was ready to pull it over her face to mask her identity- despite knowing her face is too well recognized to have any chance of slipping back into the shadows of Zaun.
Her fist clenched, and Caitlyn finds herself rising to her feet, knees leaving the gray, smog stained stone she had dressed to try and blend perfectly in with. Cloaks were usually a bit too dramatic for her taste, otherwise.
“Planning something?” she asked bluntly, her fierce and determined expression unflinching even in the face of danger. It looked like her stakeout of the shimmer merchant she had been tracking would have to wait for another day.
