[Ah yes, just like a proper horror movie chase - down into the tiny little dead end full of knives, where surely only good and safe things happen!!

The moment she turns and runs, though, he lets out an awful bark-like cackle, that eye swapping back to a set of big, glowing fangs, and...
He doesn't run. Why would he run?
He's mastered the art of stalking his targets, after all... and no matter the plans for when she's caught, Evangeline is his target, right now.

As he walks past one of his metal shelves, he holds out his claws to his side just to let them clink and scrape against it.]

Awwwh, my special li'l guest runnin' off so soon...? I know this place like the back o' my hand, y'know -
Just where you think you gonna hide?

[(If he were to say his heart wasn't absolutely pounding right now...

... Well, it'd be the truth, as he doesn't have a pulse. But he sure feels like he can hear it in his ears, regardless.
Evangeline is getting SO many birthday gifts and Christmas gifts this year, no ifs, ands, or buts.)]