Meg halted in mid-step, slowly looking over her shoulder to give whoever called out a withering stare. She almost lost her cool as she took full-stock of the man (and he clearly was something more than that) with...was his hair made out of bats on fire? She turned to face him, arms crossed loosely, appearing for all the world as if something like this happened every day.

She watched him with one lifted eyebrow, silent as she waited for whatever it was he wanted to say.