Those shadows did catch her eye - you paid attention to shadows when you lived with someone who could move them; you were never sure when shadows held a message for you... But this looked natural. The situation still had her feeling uneasy, though.

Still, from what she was seeing, it didn't look like a person was following her - maybe a smallish animal, instead? But that didn't explain why she felt so watched... Lexi rubbed one hand over the opposite arm, stopping in her tracks.

"It's probably a cat," she told herself aloud, "that just wants to mooch food or something." That kind of behavior was exactly why she was a fan of cats, but anyway... She turned toward the underbrush and leaned down, holding out one hand and clicking her tongue so the cat would come out. Once it did, she could give it a pat and be on her way.