[Astraea Olath'barra]

In response to his words Strae opened her eyes an instant too late, only to see the darting back of her as-yet-unnamed instructor meshing into the crowd. As she moved to follow, her next exhale included the grumbled word 'feth' as she too joined the streets. She worked on keeping her breathing quiet and even, trying to not breath too loudly as she moved about, trying to follow the cloaked back of her disgustingly male teacher.

She herself had dark clothing, the leather so well-worn and fit to the point where it didn't even creak as she moved. She didn't know his tricks of the trade, but gods help her, she'd try to learn them, if only to beat this stupid male at his own game. One of her failings was of course her pride, a failing common not only to many of her race, but of all her pointy-eared cousins as well. That same pride demanded that she be at least as good as this man at what he did before she killed him, otherwise he would be an opportunity to glean knowledge that was wasted. Thus, as he made his smartass comment she said nothing and took no action, though her venomous crimson glare said enough that she did not need to speak.

She had trouble enough keeping track of him--though she managed to do so through some miracle of fate--but luckily she felt rather confident at being able to keep up her quiet breathing.

"What next, male?" she asked quietly, her tone dripping with pure distaste, though her final word filled with more putrescence than the rest, as though his very sex was an insult...which to her, it was. They were her first words spoken to him so far, and there was no way she would let such things be even remotely praising--he was of the inferior gender, after all--but she couldn't be too sharp with him either, lest he refuse to teach her unless she do something absolutely humiliating like apologize.