Liz was broken out of her state of observation of the city and controlling the voices in her head by an outburst that came from some near by rooftop. All she saw was a flash of red, unable to really tell who they were.
"Well perhaps he knows where we could find some fun and quench that chaos we desire," she said to herself, deciding to follow behind the man clad in red. Where ever he was going he seemed particularly pleased about it and enjoyed talking to himself quite a bit. She could hardly judge him on talking to himself due to how she herself did the same but she had a reason at least so far the person she followed talked to himself for the sake of talking to himself. She stuck to the shadows as she followed from a distance. Eventually the person in red seemed to find his destination for he stopped, eyes gazing at some warehouse.

"Why is it always warehouses or abandoned buildings, do villains even try to be original this day and age?" She muttered to herself in silence deciding for the time she would watch and observe and unless the person in red needed help she would stay where she was and only watch.