Running is still a thought rolling around in the back of her mind. This man may be trustworthy, but it's been a long time since she's been able to really, fully trust someone. But something tells her that compared to the eyes that keep watch of them, the people that she's pointedly ignoring, he may be okay...

Aqua doesn't stop until she's a good few feet away from the door. Sometimes the walls of these buildings aren't the thickest and she'd rather not take chances, even if this man is the one that plans on talking.

He may relax, but she doesn't, taking a moment to consider his words and how to respond, occasionally glancing away from him. "You'd be correct about that. I wouldn't exactly be their usual clientele."