Layers. Layers were always a good idea. Megan thanked Unicorn for having the sense to add an extra t-shirt and a hooded sweater over her usual slogan-covered shirt. The backpack would have kept her shoulders warm and nothing else as she slogged through the long walk home. Foresight wasn't always her strong point, but her roommates had been arguing over the weather when she'd left that morning, prompting her to add the extra padding. If only they'd been arguing about the rent, she thought wistfully, jingling the dregs of her pocket change, which had proven entirely insufficient to pay for even part of a ride home. A little bit of foresight would have spared her a very long walk through what was starting to look like a not-so-good part of town.
A chortle from behind her caused her to hunch her shoulders and pick up the pace. Though she was normally not the sort of person to be intimidated by anything, the night was unusually chilly and she was tired from her long hike. As she turned to glance behind her, she vaguely wished she had been born Garou, the better to flex Luna's wrath and scare off whoever had picked up her trail. Kinfolk she remained and alone with what looked like five people following a short distance behind her. People from the neighborhood would have recognized her kelly green sweater, if not her face. The group trailing after her didn't give any sign of knowing who she was. Not a good sign. Megan might have been an optimist, but she still read the assault statistics in the paper.
As she saw it, she had two options. Confrontation, or running. One woman, even a kinfolk, against five probably armed people really wasn't good odds. Running was the best option, and she immediately chose it, bolting abruptly into the street. She didn't bother listening or looking back-checking would only slow her down. The young Gaian ran flat out, as fast as she could towards the nearest set of lit windows. As she dashed towards the convenience store, she was convinced she heard the footsteps of the small mob of humans closing in on her. She wrenched the door open so hard she nearly smacked herself in the face with it, whirling and dodging immediately into the racks of convenience food. A few of the other late night patrons of the small store gave her odd looks as she ducked down, ostensibly to straighten up the prepackaged noodle display that she'd knocked askew, but most simply went on with their transactions. This was Los Angeles, after all-strange behavior was par for the course.
The young Gaian waited for the small gang to enter the building, still convinced they were right on her heels. When a full minute passed with no attention aside from the occasional mistrustful glare from the clerk behind the counter, she hazarded a look outside. To her immediate dismay, the group seemed to be lingering just past the lighted area of the parking lot. Megan tapped her fingers on the shelf, trying to come up with a solution to this predicament. An escort? A ride? Maybe the clerk would just let her wait it out...