[ She can hear the sharp shing as he sharpens the knives. It gives her goosebumps. She crosses one of the bridges and jogs beside the river, looking for the body, and for him. ]

Well, you don't have to worry about me being unprepared. [ She's got knives herself, one already held tightly in the hand that doesn't cradle her phone to her ear. He might be able to catch a glimpse of her as she jogs further down the riverway. With bleach blonde hair and a bright orange hoodie, she's almost impossible to miss. ]

No, you haven't, but crazy people need to be put the fuck down before they cause any more trouble. [ She's irate. She's furious. Where the fuck is he? ]