"They'll just keep following you if you keep leaving a bloody trail everywhere you touch."

Cal had leaned against the other side of the pillar. His hands were buried in his coat pockets, hood up, a casual and calm stance. To anyone else it would look like he was having a conversation on the phone or perhaps even listening to his phone's selection of music. He figured that the girl was going to jump about twenty feat in the air.

"Follow me, and do what I do. Look natural."