Michael's brow furrowed a bit when she accused him of being a 'mental guy'. "Mental guy... what do you mean by that?" he asked, still following alongside her. He sounded truly confused - but his mind worked quickly. Maybe she assumed he was 'crazy' with his strange talk - and his apparent ability to heal bullet-wounds?  But, she was being very... upset at the moment. He could sense how upset she was, and she made it clear she wanted to be along. He understood perfectly.<br/><br/>"Ok... I would never force you into anything," he said gently, his voice calm and relaxed. "You have my number... be safe," he urged, looking around, realizing they weren't exactly in he best part of town. He plunged his hands back into his trenchcoat pockets and turned, walking away without looking back to her. Within a minute or two, he turned around a corner of a building across the street and disappeared out of sight, leaving Rebecca to her privacy and quiet time.<br/><br/>She didn't know that she was being watched.<br/><br/>After a bit, she starts to think harder and lets out a sigh as she pulls out her phone and punches in a text to Michael. She hits send, and a few minutes later, she receives a text back from him.<br/><br/>"Turn around." was all it said.<br/><br/>She turned - and immediately saw Michael, across the street, leaning against the corner of the building he had walked around not too long ago. He was looking her way - and simply smiled.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>