<span style="font-style: italic">So that's her!</span>As soon as Grayther had heard her nick name, "Cyber Witch", he had suspected she was in fact the informant he'd been ordered to look out for. And now she'd just confirmed it. Who would have thought it would have been this easy to find her?<span style="font-style: italic">That probably means your luck's gonna run out soon, pal.</span>Pushing away the ominous thoughts, he gave her hand a final firm shake. "Rea. I've been looking for you. Would you mind if I followed you to your - home, I suppose?"<br/>He was glad they were getting off the tram so fast. He didn't normally deal personally with corpses, and they tended to make him uneasy. What if they suddenly got up? With a small nod to Rea, he let go of her hand and began dragging the lifeless body across the floor to leave it somewhat hidden under the seats. Eying his work, he put a long-since abandoned newspaper that had been lying on the seats over the still face of the thug.<span style="font-style: italic">To be respectful, or because you just don't want to see the gaping cut in his throat?</span>His inner voice mocked him. The tram screeched to a halt as Grayther told it to shut up once again. With a graceful sweep of his arm, he indicated the open doors, as if he were guiding a princess to the ball room. "Off we go, miss," he said, a hint of laughter in his tone.