It was hardly any secret that, for whatever reason, rage so laced the young woman's every action - from the way she walked to how she picked up her dagger and inspected his wound. That anger pumped through her veins like a hot molten lava and yet, Tetradore was content to remain that steadfast rock he was, hardly voicing much at all expect when he was directly spoken to in an effort to spare himself from those biting remarks. The man was hardly submissive to her, not in any fashion, rather, he found he simply didn't enjoy dealing with that incredulousness and recklessness that was so able to take hold of her within those moments. She never quite thought things through when angry and it irritated him. And so, instead, he made an effort to avoid it altogether as he led her towards the nurse's station, pausing only to inquire after that soul whom had hired her to see him to his death. He was altogether certain it had to be Carson, one of the men who had dared enough to go up against him and yet, really, he was hardly the only being who disliked the man. Hell, there was probably men lining up who hated him for one reason or another. Still, it was that mention of the boat that caused his head to bob. "A 540 Sundancer." He stated, though he suspected she hardly cared for the specifics of that speed boat quite like he had.

Rather, he watched as she squeezed into the doorway, looking through the drawers for whatever she deemed required. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly at the girl's peculiar gasp of breath, so easily stating that she couldn't tell him who had placed money upon his very name. That was...odd. The fact that it was confidential certainly set off warning alarms within his head and, in turn, Tetradore hardly bothered to hide the frown that crossed his lips. How....bizarre was it that the last time he saw her, she had been nestling sweetly into his arms falling asleep against him and now she refused to voice a syllable on the person who wanted him dead. He watched as she moved to stand before him with that bottle of antiseptic in his hand, the man finally taking that moment to inquire exactly what Vhalla intended to do with this mission she had been sent on. He hardly anticipated that sting that came from the fizzling of the peroxide as it hit his wound. A hiss left his lips as he inhaled, steeling himself against the sting of that pain and yet, those soft words in the aftermath drew his gaze upwards towards her with a small furrowing of his brow.

Her fingers were far more gentle as she wiped the blood from his palm, wrapping that bandage around his hand with far more tenderness than she'd displayed perhaps all evening. That assurance that she had no intention to kill him was met with only silence, even at the insistence that she was going to get answers, answers he was sure she'd never provide him. Those vibrant green eyes were entirely steely as her features briefly glanced upwards to meet her own, his gaze searching hers before she quickly turned away from him, her skin only briefly touching his own as she made her way towards the gangplank, clearly intending to leave him with more questions then any real conclusion. His fingers gingerly toyed with that bandage, that frown still present upon his features as she paused, muttering those two words under her breath before disappearing into the night entirely. A soft breath left his lips as his gaze shifted back towards that wound. God this was going to hurt and yet, he needed to know far more than she was giving him. If this...person...was a threat to his wellbeing, he was not going to simply sit by and wait for them to strike again like he had with Frost.

Softly, Tetradore inhaled, his body nearly quivering as that shift overcame him, transforming man to beast in a matter of moments. Tentatively, he placed his weight upon that still bandaged paw, thankful that the gauze had made it through the shift. It certainly hurt far more as creature and yet, the cat would merely be...careful with the weight he placed upon that appendage. He relied, primarily, upon that ability to teleport as he trailed after that woman, sticking to the roofs and the darkness in his effort to trail her. Thankfully, he was quite fruitful in doing so, following that woman back to the warehouse he'd come to know as her home. The feline made his way around the building, searching for that same high point. She was good at leaving windows open for him. This time, however, it was hardly a window to the gym he found. Rather, that entryway led him into the girl's apartment - her bedroom, to be precise. Tetradore prowled towards the edge of that door, glancing out into the hallway only to hear the sound of that cold voice so draw out from that stranger's lips. Vampire. The one he'd smelled hanging around her home before. Her boyfriend, perhaps? And yet, that slam of skin on skin saw his emerald eyes narrow, that fur upon the back of his neck standing on edge.

There was no doubt that want to intervene and yet, he scarcely had an idea of exactly what he was dealing with, instead, the panther merely shifted upon his paws, taking weight off his injured one as he remained where he was, hidden in the darkness of her bedroom. He watched that shift in the woman as the man's hand rose once again and yet, those words that left her lips only further managed to confuse the man. He doubted, sincerely, that her relationship was alike that one he'd so grown up within. After all, there were many a man that abused their significant other, weren't there? Still....this explained the eternal anger that raged within him and yet, even if this was the truth, it hardly stopped that anger that had begun to flood his own system, the skin around the man's muzzle scrunched together, revealing those ivory canines and yet, he hardly moved. Not yet.