[Blitzkrieg]

When the man she'd only just passed was suddenly following behind, Della tensed, immediately becoming defensive at the idea of being followed. The state of her life just had the poor thing on edge. There were people out to get her, and there was never such a thing as being too careful. Luckily though, most of those who wished to make her pay for their suffering weren't very subtle. They would attack the first chance they got, and on this dark rainy night, attacking her right here and now would be more than possible without rousing much suspicion.

So, when he simply approaches the femme, some of her initial suspicious die down, muscles leaving go of a bit of tension as she slows to a stop to speak with the man. "The...Helios Sleep Center?" she questioned in her usual voice, soft spoken, with a tinge of curiosity as she finally turned to face the dark man. Bringing her gaze up to his face, her hood falls back, revealing her dyed hair, roots growing back in by now, and shimmering crimson eyes. It's no doubt that she must look peculiar to those who aren't used to seeing beings aside from humans.

The man's plea seems innocent enough, and the Fallen Angel has always had an awful soft spot for a person in need, perhaps a weakness of hers in the end. Glancing to the paper, she noted the address and tried to recall how to get to the street it was on. Finally, she snapped back from thought, hands behind her back then as she glanced Mason over. It's dark, hard to make out his features entirely, but there's no doubt that he is a handsome man, mysterious, and yet his voice has a certain charm to it, something about the tone just putting anyone caring to listen at ease. "I was just heading home, and so it's no trouble if I show you where it is I suppose...just follow me." Without another word, still looking rather awkward to be conversion with a complete stranger, she starts on ahead, glancing back to be sure he is following as she navigates her way toward the sleep center. Inwardly, she wishes they could help her, but there's no doubt in the femme's mind that her nightmares are all too volatile ad frequent for anything to make them go away.