Later that night...
The city streets were quiet, bathed in flickering orange light from half-working lampposts. Lenny lumbered beside her, swathed in a trench coat two sizes too small, a battered fedora perched comically atop his head. His tail awkwardly trailed behind him, hardly concealed by the largest coat he could find.
He hunched low, trying to be inconspicuous.
"Totally normal. Just a tall guy with a skin condition," he muttered.
"No one's buying it," Amina whispered, watching people cross the street just to avoid them.
They tried to hail a cab.
None stopped.
After the fifth one zoomed past without a second glance, Lenny sighed.
"Why don't we just run there?"
Amina turned to him slowly, blinking. "What?"
"I can run fast. And jump pretty far, I think. I've… never really tested my limits, but I don't think it'd take long."
