Standing up and walking forwards to catch up to him, passing him up slightly, she went in the same general direction as her victim. Seeing the group of people, dressed in torn and tattered clothes, their faces caked in dirt and grime. They were honestly rather unnerving to see. Struggling to feed themselves, trying to survive in the city. It was pathetic the way she saw it. She didn't need to eat, or drink for that matter. But if she didn't, well, that would seem suspicious and it might give her away. So, despite how much she didn't want to do it, she followed in her act and she would eat whatever scraps of human food she could get without breaking character.