Auron tensed. Someone was following him. It was just a feeling, as he couldn't quite hear the footsteps, but it was one he had become familiar enough with over the years to trust. It wasn't until the girl spoke that he relaxed, a brief expression of annoyance flashing across his face for an instant (though whether it was at her or at himself was difficult to say).

He glanced behind him, looking the girl over. There was a strangeness to her that he couldn't put his finger on, but for the most part she seemed only to be a curious soul who had decided to follow him. "Auron," he replied, looking ahead of him again and continuing to walk.