Having parked her bike on a lot close by the Avalon, Tracy had done her rounds at the club, making sure that things were under control at the club. Satisfied with having found the usual crowd in the dance floor, and no unknown Kindred lurking in the shadows, the redheaded Gangrel stepped out into the streets of downtown Sacramento.
Wearing her usual getup, consisting of her black leather pants and jacket, a red tank top and a pair of combat boots, she ventured forward into the night, keeping an eye out for any potential threats or poachers. After all, it was her duty to ensure that no unannounced Kindred were feeding in the Prince's Domain without being properly Acknowledged by him or his Herald. Besides, it was nice to take a walk around town every now and then.
Turning around a corner, the petite Deputy was whistling a tune into the night's wind. Both of her hands were stuffed into her jacket's pockets, as her emerald green eyes remained alert to the movements around her.