[When he speaks, there's a detatchment to it, like he's rehearsed this in his mind, or at least some of it] White, blue eyes, long, dark brown hair that was pulled back when I saw her. She was wearing jeans and a burgundy blouse from what I could see. She didn't have a bag or anything.

[He continues to feel around the walls, finding nothing and giving a frustrated sigh. This was impossible. She couldn't just vanish and he would have seen if she had doubled back.

We can but I doubt it's going to do any good. She's had enough time to put distance between us, so that we'd have trouble tracking her even if she wasn't good at losing a tail.