Dianna watched the old man search around for something on the ground, then saw him pick up a pair of reading glasses. She made a quiet snort, then tightened her grip around the tree branch when the man said something, specifically towards her. [i]Well, apparently the shadows don't like me today,[/i] she thought to herself. With annoyance she punched something invisible in the darkness, with the shadows shifting an inch then back to normal. Dianna didn't want to go down to the man, having her instincts tell her that it was dangerous.