He paused at the movement, his hand instinctively going for the large knife at the small of his back, watching for a second before moving to intercept them. He SHOULD be deep in the wilderness, the map of the area showed none of the property was developed, all of it owned either by the US or Canadian governments, with no OFFICIAL development. Of course, it might have a couple 'above top secret' labs or facilities, but he honestly doubted they would put those so close to another nation. The dress made him pause, something about it striking him as wrong, before he started sprinting after her, spotting movement behind her, as the dress finally clicked. He had seen a similar example at a renaissance fair. He moved on an intercept course, intent on tackling her and then dealing with what he thought might be hostile pursuers.