Mottled green eyes followed the figure as he moved, air shifting oddly to accommodate the change in location. Queer as it was, she couldn't sense any water at his feet to freeze his steps. She turned slowly, keeping the figure in front of her at all cost.
What relief she felt at the guy's apparent leaving was brought to a halt when he turned around to her again. She was again basked in the embrace of humid rainy air, the gentle inaudible whispers giving her a better grasp on how close others were to her. She spotted a darker figure to the side, sticking to the shadows. Watching.
Confidence rekindled, Kalia answered the question with a prompt "Fuck you."