Peggerty was wary and she watched the man that was dropped off taking in his address as she did, perhaps he might get a visit tomorrow. Information was the key, it was a rough assumption that the van belonged to Charlie boy and he would be the last one to get out. Like a wolf she was pleased that the herd was splitting up it made her job far easier. A low growl passed from her lips, it started deep in her chest. Usually the surfer was laid back but that sort of attack was something that made her spirit more than a little disgruntled. She hated it. Perhaps each of them needed a taste of their own medicine. Thus after clocking the address Peggerty followed on.