Giving pause she would hear his voice that would cause her to shiver slightly.  Having had her thoughts on the concept of death for just so long the time and her path to such a road she kept calm but simply hearing the word dead sent the shiver across her.  Turning around slowly she would notice him leaving the alley.  The man was a killer be it self defense or not and she had to leave the alley sooner or later as it was.<br/><br/>Shifting around uncomfortably she'd whisper a bit weakly, her voice barely to be heard surely.  Her feet carrying her back towards the entry as she slowly began to fade.  The image of her form disappearing bit by bit.<br/><br/>"...please wait..."<br/><br/>It wasn't to stop him really.  It was merely to get him to slow down so that she could follow out from the alley with no real care about the Where on which way they were going.  By the time she actually reached the man she'd be completely gone, her form vanished by the very veil of invisibility as before.  Shy of crowds perhaps she had used the same trick prior to escape the crowds but now it was triggering early.  The rumors about her would probably be strong and more so considering it was word of mouth from the high houses to reach lower ears.<br/><br/>She wouldn't really say anything beyond that.  Indeed her steps silent as a ghost themselves she no longer even seemed their as the man moved to the main road and made way to the tavern.  Taverns.  Crowds.  It was always crowds but it was also to be expected.  Like a specter Hymn still followed and watched more the many people whispering or laughing, some sitting in gloom or silence for their moment to relax away from the things to test their limits so.  All the whispering however.  The laughing and the chatter of some.  She wondered who or what they talked about and questioned if they were spreading the rumors as well.<br/><br/>There were so many possibilities but Hymn had to ignore it.  As Meren took their place Hymn would show the first sign that she was there still at that moment.  The sign being her pulling out her own chair (Or stool) in order to sit down as well.  Fully settled it would be then that her little veil of invisibility began to fade and the image of her form showed.  She remained hooded with her hands clasped together over the serving surface and her eyes too low to be seen as before.  Once more her whisper sounding.<br/><br/>"...Sorry to follow you...I have...problems with crowds..."<br/><br/>She still did. With the crowds of the tavern that fear was not exactly gone.  But with her back to them and her identity hidden away under the hood she felt at least a little safer from the simple pain of words.  She'd not be placing any orders during her time here either.  Not that she had much money left anyways.  Kicked from nobility she barely had what few coins she did to her name.  In the back of her mind she hoped the tender Moses would not pay it mind...