Unfortunately for both the the cabbie and the other guy, Nathaniel was more intent on the pull from his gut than any threats being uttered around him. He was blinking, a nearly blank expression on his face as he turned here and there, nostrils flaring ever so slightly.

"Fuck you, man, get your fare the fuck outta here!" the man snarled. He angrily sprayed a stream of cleaning liquid towards Nathaniel. Nathaniel dodged to the side faster than the man could follow, keeping him well away from the splash of chemicals. But there, where he landed on the pavement...he leaned forward, taking a deeper whiff.

That was Beryl's hair oil. His gut twisted violently and his eyes widened in panic. "Where is she?" he choked out.

"The fuck you talking about, kid? Go on and get outta here!"

Nathaniel was visibly trembling as he rose to his feet. "The woman that was here. Where is she?!"