Laughter walked her out, hearing the sound come from him as her back vibrated with the sound, it was nearly enough to make her about face with a weapon in tote. Lucky for the little bastard she was more content on concentrating on how to walk. She had plans to put as much distance between her and him, weather it carried her to the next land mass or not. The haze of her eyes veiled with the surrounding darkness as she moved, sow and steady.  She may have been half blind by the drink but she was not deaf.<br/><br/>"Why are you following me? Are you wanting me to attack you... kill you?"<br/><br/>Maybe his intentions weren't as subtle as he made them out to be. Maybe he got her drunk o purpose to take advantage of her. The thought winded its way through her mind as she tried once more to expand that power of mind. It was far from the symmetrical spider web makings and ore so the likes of a busted windshield of a car. The marks were twisted and disheveled into every known direction. There came a pause, she was silent, stand still as her eyes glanced about her and then she turned about to look directly at him.<br/><br/>"Shouldn't you still be dead..."<br/><br/>Clearly a lost train of thought... or a conversation that had already taken place within the tavern, drinking was a hindering habit to break, but when you had nothing else to live for... what else was there?