She may be used to being looked at, but that didn't mean she liked it. So it wasn't long before she felt a pair of eyes glancing her way. Then again this feeling didn't leave a threatening impression, so again she second guessed herself, wondering if she was just being too tensed. She had a reason to be, every area she crossed over, shifters intercept her and try to force mate with her. A painful smile played across her face. That was one of the bright sides to being her though, once they found out who she was, they avoided her like a plague. Other groups tried to kill her, thinking that she had something too evil within her to feel safe to let her leave alive.<br/><br/>The waiter returned breaking her thoughts, she spared a few words placing her order. His eyes went to her scar before he nodded, turned and left. As she raised her cup to take a sip of water she felt the presence again, the one that continued to watch her. She turned towards the source refusing to believe that she was imagining it and made eye contact with a man in a military suit, two tables over. His face was decorated in a number of scars proving years of experiencing a hell she could only imagine. Still she refused to be intimidated, instead she narrowed her eyes at him, raising an eyebrow and asked, "Can I help you?"