The man in the hoodie heard the bell to Noir ring again as the woman "not to be missed: stepped outside.  Hazel eyes swept once more over the street and at the rooftops.  He tried to memorize every person in sight, in case they should appear again wherever the woman was going.  He even took note of the markings of the pigeons that were resting on an overhead wire, in case they were not as they seemed.  His eyes darted to her in time to see her spin.  It was a graceful, beautiful movement.  One that could be accomplished so readily, in part, because she was no longer holding her carry-on or her purse.  Was she... making a point of showing someone this?  He knew full well that he was an abnormally suspicious.  Even as he had prepared himself for the possibility that the woman who had entered the café was a witch or a mythical creature here to hunt him down for his crimes, he was fully aware that she was probably just an ordinary person, completely unaware of any supernatural politics at play in the world.  Managing risks required weighing possible harm against probability of that harm ever happening.  Not a day went by that he didn't look hard at at least a dozen people and suspect them of being his enemy.<br/><br/>Yet now the probabilities were shifting and he had a decision to make.  Should he allow himself to lose sight of the woman for the sake of investigating what she left behind?  If she was an ordinary person, had he just witnessed a smuggler dropping off cargo?  Drugs or weapons?  If she was someone seeking alliance with him, was there something in her carry-on that she wanted him to see but couldn't give him in plain sight?  Would it endanger her if he did not recover it immediately?  But entering the café would be so conspicuous an action, dressed as he was, and rifling through her belongings or carrying them out the door would likely draw objection.  No, it was unlikely this was meant to be a drop for him.  Should he reach out to one of his contacts and have them search the restaurant?<br/><br/>He considered.  If she was someone aware of the non-mundane world, then he wouldn't want to get a mundane contact involved.  They could be killed, but worse, they could leak secrets that were best left buried if he were to continue on in this city.  Nor was he particularly keen to cash in a special favor from someone initiated with the supernatural - not when he had so scant reason to believe the situation had anything to do with him.  On the other hand, if she was simply a terrorist leaving a bomb behind at the café, then he need take no action to intervene.  Yes.  Aside from saving a few lives, there was no good reason to send someone in to retrieve the cargo now.  If no other clues came up, he could always go look for it later, even if someone from the cafe's staff stole it from the lost and found.  He had long ago looked up where they all lived.<br/><br/>The homeless man rose and picked up the flattened piece of cardboard he had been sitting on, carrying it deeper into the alleyway and tucking it behind a dumpster.  Then he pulled from his pockets a cell phone, a battery, and a plastic baggie with several SIM cards in it.  Choosing one, he put the phone together and sent out a quick text message.  He then took out the SIM card and battery, not waiting for a reply before tucking it all back in his pockets.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, although people treat beggars as invisible while they are sitting on the sidewalk holding their signs, they view them as a threat if they approach on foot.  He wrapped the strange coins the woman had given him in rags, so as not to touch them again, and put them in his pocket.  Then he stashed the "wishing well" bucket in the dumpster and made for the street again.  He would begin to tail the mysterious woman from a distance.  He kept his head down and avoided eye contact with people as much as possible.  Generally when tracking someone, you don't want to suddenly stop walking each time they walk, and instead continue on your way and tail from the front if necessary, so as to blend in with the crowd.  But this woman had noticed him already.  If she was a potential ally or an enemy, she would probably not be to bothered by his approach.  And if she were neither of those things, and truly a woman living in the mundane world, it didn't really matter what she thought of his behavior.  He followed her from about a block and a half away, not sure if she was leading him or oblivious to his presence.<br/><br/>[Edited to include what happened to coins]