The quiet was comforting to her, she often enjoyed the night perhaps something to do with her change perhaps and the typical feline affinity for being active during the darkness. It had caused her to start wandering the different parts of the city at night, sometimes she took to the more inner parts of the city and watched the late workers turn to early risers. Tonight she had strayed toward the more secluded part of town, finding she wanted the solitude tonight to be alone with her thoughts. There were many to sort through, they seemed to have been collecting as of late. Her past, Sebastian, her new job at the Ark, and round and around. So many things to pull her attention yet as she sat on the sandy shore with her arms wrapped around her legs she simply tried to focus on the water and the way the sky had finally begun to change as the sun rose. It was still cool, well into spring but far enough from summer, so her baggy sweater and shorts seemed appropriate but the wind still had a bite in it.
She was so focused on not focusing on her thoughts that she missed the commotion she was suddenly a part of. That is until the sound of a dog barking instinctively caused the hairs on the back of her neck to raise in both aggression and fear. She was violently pulled into the uproar, springing to her feet she backpedaled from the approaching dog, more surprised than anything when a man suddenly appeared between them in some sort of chivalrous attempt at saving her. It was all over as soon as it had started, the man's presence seeming to deter the beast enough that it took off for which she was grateful at least. She was quite obviously not a dog person, you'd never find a cat charging you on the beach...
Her long fingers ran through her wind-tousled blonde hair, head shaking slightly as if she expected to wake up out of a dream as the man turned around. Her hazel eyes finding his in the dim early morning light, thinking he had much the same disheveled appearance facilitated by too many thoughts as she did. Perhaps pain recognized itself in another who shared it, but it didn't make her any less nervous around the man. Her recent history practically demanded it, despite the fact in some form he had saved her, despite not knowing if she would have actually needed saving in the first place. How would she have reacted if she had the time? They would never now.
Calculating she watched him approach, trying to decide if she should just leave and yet something about his actions made her decide to stay at least a few moments.