Tao waited for the attack, if nothing else, to end up on the ground. It didn't come. Instead Stephen came over to rattle off his own worries about the shifter and remind him about feeding. Toa let the man ramble, requested the small tranq gun and headed out to the car. Behind the wheel he closed his eyes and felt for the shifter's power. It was becoming more familar to him. Not feeling it nearby he headed out, taking the western road in order to loop around a few times before reaching the corner down town.