As he followed closely behind her, though just far enough for it not to be noticeable, his glance at her lasted only a couple seconds, and it was far enough apart that even if she looked back at him for some reason, any glance he would have given her would've been so casual it was unnoticeable.  Besides, with his normal green polo and black jeans, a disheveled short brown hair and generically brown eyes, Ernie was utterly normal, so much so that no one would have any reason to suspect him just by looking at him.  Yet as he walked, he had a small roll of duct tape in the little hardware bag he was carrying.  Something distinctly uninteresting.<br/><br/>But it wasn't what the object was, it was how one used it.  And he knew how to use duct tape.  His first several victims had been duct taped and it was a particularly easy way to getting by unnoticed.  He himself had heard the rumors that he was some kind of hero or something, but seriously, how the hell would he know if a girl was bad?  He chose them based on circumstance or whim, though if those fools wanted to believe he was so great, let them believe so.  He was just in it for himself.  And he decided to play around with her, do a practical joke of sorts.<br/><br/>As they started to walk against just after crossing, Ernie nonchalantly made his way slowly through the crowd, passing a couple people as he stepped in line behind the girl.  Reaching into his bag, he stealthily pried a small sheet of duct tape from the roll, the slick sound of the tape unwinding  subdued by the sounds of the crowds around them, except maybe the girl heard it lowly.  He wouldn't give her a chance to react though as he tugged the piece free and with lightly precision, his hand slapped the tape over her mouth with a low 'smack'.  The force of the blow wasn't very much, just enough to adhese the tape to her flesh.  And no sooner did he do this than he slipped through the crowd backward, slowing down a bit to filter out naturally, and leaving a few other people behind her instead.