[color=f7941d]"Righ', righ'." [/color]she shuffled along behind the two, making sure to keep the child between them. A hand idly went to her pocket, sliding in and touching the brass knuckles for assurance. She still felt eyes on the back of their heads, but dared not turn and look. An unsettled silence overcame her while she walked. She forced the worry from her mind and let her gaze briefly drop to her boots,

[color=f7941d]"Figger s'a nice shep, yeh?"[/color] were they still being followed? The girl struggled hard to listen for footsteps, but aside from her own, she couldn't distinguish the differences between a potential stalker and the stream of passers by. Her attention floated to the back of Joey's head, then past him, trying to discern where they were going. She stole a glance about the area, to the right, briefly behind-- oh shit, they were there! 

She picked up the pace, brushing past the boy to return to Joey's side. Her voice fell softer than usual, but loud enough for the child to pick up if he was attentive, [color=f7941d]"T'the aft. Think a bravo?"[/color] a quick bat to his arm,[color=f7941d] "Don' look 'less yer quick, yeh?"[/color] her hands returned to her pockets. Why would someone be pursuing them? Did they know the plan? Could they take them if it came down to it? A thought crossed her mind,[color=f7941d] "Think they got sommit un'erneath that there cloak?"[/color] She fought back the nagging feeling that she'd seen metal somewhere on the woman, chalking it up to be a bracer or a buckle. No one would carry a weapon in broad daylight, would they?

Her gaze floated to the sword at Joey's hip--an answer to her own question.

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