[ Weight shifted to one leg and arms folded back behind his head, catching one ear, the Warrior tracks the panicked girl's path with lifted brows. It'd be wise to pursue, to render aid or at least keep an eye on her, but then, his attention is pulled away.

More surprises. Viktor does not bother to stop the faint upward tug at the corners of his mouth. ]

You could've taken the credit and I'd've believed you, you know. [ His lips part, he hangs a moment, then knocks his head in the direction the young woman went. ] Don't suppose you'd be amenable to a detour before our meal?