Roman hadn't thought twice before he ran after her.
The street was busy enough that it was not a clean chase. People were moving in both directions and she was smaller and faster through gaps than he was, ducking between a vendor and his display table, cutting left around a group of people who were standing and talking and had no idea they were suddenly in the middle of something.
Roman followed as best he could.
"Hey," he said, loud enough to carry but not loud enough to draw attention from the whole street.
"Hey, I am not going to hurt you."
She did not slow down.
He tried again. "Your grandfather sent me."
Still running...
Either she could not hear him over the noise of the street or she had decided that anyone claiming to have been sent by her grandfather was automatically lying. Either way, the gap between them was not closing in any meaningful way and he was drawing more looks than he wanted.
