[ Ok, look, if there's one thing every Night Vale schoolkid knows, it's that you do not look at the hooded figures. (Also that mountains aren't real and that there's a faceless old woman who secretly lives in all of their houses, but those basic facts of life aren't really relevant right now.) So Tamika has been kind of trying to keep track of the weird, heavily shrouded guy out of the corner of her eye without drawing attention to herself.
This works really well up to the point that she loses track of him, comes around the end of a row of vendors, and finds him again by means of colliding with him.
Well, the flinching and apologizing thing is probably a good sign that the hooded figure isn't about to drag her off to some unknown fate, although she still raises the heavy hardcover book she's carrying in both hands, in case she's got to bludgeon someone in self-defense. Old habits die hard. ]
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This works really well up to the point that she loses track of him, comes around the end of a row of vendors, and finds him again by means of colliding with him.
Well, the flinching and apologizing thing is probably a good sign that the hooded figure isn't about to drag her off to some unknown fate, although she still raises the heavy hardcover book she's carrying in both hands, in case she's got to bludgeon someone in self-defense. Old habits die hard. ]