She moved as quick as the wind, under a heavy disguise; dark clothing, that conceals her appearance, both through mundane and magical means, the two blended almost seamlessly. In fact, much of the illusion is woven so intricately with the reality, it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. He can tell she's female, not human, and incredibly good at her job, to have snuck up on him, of all people. She doesn't notice him behind her; even running at top speed, she makes virtually no sound, as much as the patter or rain drops on leaves, as she bolts into the forest, not sparing a single glance behind her.