Her eyes flashed with anger. "You made it my business when you ran out on that poor bewildered cashier without paying," she informed him shortly. His brief answer did nothing to assuage her anger, and to make matters worse, he threw a metal dumpster in her direction. Actually,<em>threw</em>was not the right word to use; his hands never even touched it.<em>Telekinesis?</em>she wondered as she made the wormhole-jump to the mouth of the alleyway. Quick receeding footsteps told her that he had gone left, but the street was more busy now, and she could not guarantee that she would be able to teleport to a place without witnesses.<br/><br/>Should she pursue? She could try slowing time down as she ran, making her speed appear faster than it really was. But prolonged manipulations of speed were tiring, and coupled with the effort of running -- an action her unfit body was not used to -- things could end up getting out of hand. Furthermore, with him being a Super as well, there was no guarantee that she would catch up to him.<br/><br/>Mon cursed loudly in Japanese, making a passing lady stare at her in shock and bewilderment. She would have to let him go. Slowly, she began to walk in the opposite direction.