It might occur to Lucius afterwards that what amounts to mugging a woman might have been less of a cowardly act had it been someone his own size. Or it might not! It certainly isn't occurring to him now as happens with many of his cowardly acts, is really what matters, watching for a few moments the silhouette of the ~target~ stalk on down the road. He can't see too much of her, nor really detect what she might have that is worth taking, but these are things he can find out when he is doing so.

Disappearing from the cover of the trees, and reemerging silently behind her in an act of quiet Apparition, Lucius already has his wand drawn, close enough for the elm wood tip to brush near the nape of her neck, felt in her hair.

"Stop walking," he suggests, voice ever quiet, almost polite, in a brittle sort of way. Rougher, in recent years. "And remain calm."