<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/ExR9EgS.jpg)</div><br/>Cinder's patience is rewarded as she watches the building, giving her better than just a light going on.  A window on the top floor flings open very shortly after she takes position in the bushes and a blonde woman's head sticks out.  Now at this distance it would be impossible for her to scent if that's a monster girl or not.  But what is obvious is the look of panic on the woman's face.  Her head scanning down the street in the direction that they'd just come from, one hand shading her eyes from the sun as she scans, looking for the signs of her pursuer.  That look of panic, of fear, it's a prey that's looking for a predator, and Cinder knows now that she's caught the willy shape shifter.  She probably didn't know that Cinder was aware of her address, thank you very much Johnsia.  After a few moments of looking down the road, the blonde head withdraws back inside the room.<br/><br/>That's when Cinder springs, dashing to the building and clinbing the building.  Nimble fingers pulling her lithe elven body upwards, her leather boots giving her enough friction on the wall to propell her upwards.  Stopping at window ledges and casings just long enough to reach for a higher hand hold and then up again, until only moments after leaving the ground, her finger tips curl on the edge of the open window.  She hears a soft voice cursing inside, cursing in something other than common, something rather fiendish sounding if she had to guess.<br/><br/>Pulling herself up, letting her unruly shock of brown hair just crest the window, she peers inside.<br/><br/>There, the woman, the shape shifter, is moving about the small apartment with reckless abandon.  Her clothing changed from what she was wearing in the mage shop, she was obviously either able to change her clothing or had some sort of illusion.  Now instead of a man she looked like a rather pretty blonde woman, her face almost noble in bearing and her body one that could cause men or women to have lustful thoughts.  She was throwing belongings into a finely made backpack that seemed to be able to hold far more than the belongings she was tossing in.  Still the woman, no the shape shifter, was dashing about, throwing things into the bottomless backpack with chaos borne of fear.<br/><br/>Cinder could smell it too.  She could smell the fear, it was so strong that it overpowered the scent of pandora's corruption.  There was no doubt that she'd finally found her quarry, and that she hadn't noticed Cinder outside her window.  She wouldn't be able to escape this time.