'The shirt in his arm is too small to be that big once it's rolled up, he's clearly hiding things inside of it. He moved the package from his left arm to his right arm a few times, he's nervous about dropping it or someone knocking it out of his arms.' Alistair mumbled to himself as he continued his pursuit of the stranger. He hoped that his instincts were right. Not just because it would be embarrassing if he was following a complete stranger for no reason, but also because this meant that his recent thirst for excitement might be satisfied.<br/>'No...he didn't move the package to his other arm because he's nervous about dropping it. He did it because he saw my reflection in his phone. He knows I'm following him.' Alistair spoke after watching the stranger look back at him.<br/>'He's small but athletic. His build shows signs of physical fitness as well as notable bruises and scars, he's a fighter. He'll try to keep whatever he's stole so his weak point will be the occupied arm.' Alistair quietly mumbled as he began to rapidly calculate the chances of being able to take the young man down.<br/>'But he knows this. And he knows that I'm on to him and that I'm going to try and bring him down.' Alistair spoke softly before coming to a stop, 'So what are you going to do thief? Leave what you stole, run or fight me?'