“Another long, uneventful evening.” The red lady silently mused to herself, stifling the urge to yawn underneath her mask as she continued to peer through the lenses of her new binoculars at the current ‘mark’ from a fair-yards’ distance. Louis Philipson… River’d spent almost a week tailing him, marking-out a routine; and what a frightfully boring routine it was. Work, gym, bar-lounge, bed, it was almost tear-inducing. Pressing a button on the side, River had just enough time to note with amusement that 'Mr. Philipson’ had finally arrived at a new chapter in his book before she was struck with a somewhat uneasy feeling… The kind one usually had when they felt they weren’t quite alone, and the kind of feeling River learned not to ignore. Nonetheless, she had an inkling as to who the presence belonged to, as she sighed.
“I’m a little busy here right now darling, can it wait a bit?” River grumbled the words out with only the barest hint of annoyance in her tone. The binoculars lowered and shoulders rolled until a satisfying pop signaled the setting of stiffened joints back into place. Unfortunately for River however, the sight that greeted her as she turned was quite the far cry from who she was expecting. The assassin froze, dead-silent as she simply stared at the lanky individual that was silhouetted against the moonlight of the somber Gotham skyline.