Erza's glare would freeze Cole in place. He had over stepped, and he could tell. He looked down slightly as a sign of apology for any offence, but as soon as she issued her newest order for him to attend to Catori, his attention suddenly snapped back into razor sharp focus. Ezra would be moved by trusted agents she hand picked. That was a gigantic weight off his shoulders. She also trusted Catori to get to the bottom of their wendigo situation. Cole found he could concur with this sentiment. Cat knew more than she let on, and that could mean she had more leads to follow. They'd already raced around town and asked questions. It was possible those responsible for the heist and summoning were going to target Cat next to silence her before she could cause more trouble. Certainly more likely once they discovered their primary target had been moved elsewhere. He nodded and was in motion before she could finish the word, 'leave.'<br/><br/>Out in the alley, Cole found Cat getting on her bike. He had heard her curse before he got to the door, no doubt angry about having someone ordered to shadow her now. In point of fact, she seemed almost as agitated as he had been when they had realized Ezra was potentially in immediate danger. She had obligations of her own, stakes that were still high. He felt something like sympathy for her then, but also recognized she was about to skip out. He tossed her the helmet, a little way of saying she should be protected, and moved to get on the back of the bike. "I'm aware you don't want someone keeping an eye on you, but my orders are clear." He paused, "If you happen to have obligations.. even sensitive issues which you would rather keep to yourself, you should know that's no longer my concern. I won't report anything back that Ezra doesn't need to know.." he watched her with his ruby eyes a moment. He doubted his words did much to comfort her, but something had to be said.<br/><br/>Outside in the open air his scent had settled. No longer having a helmet on helped, but the places where the make-up had been rubbed away were still just as blue as ever. He should have been more self conscious, but living outside of people's perceptions ment he seldom had to worry about it. He waited patiently, "So where are we going?"