Lucie stood up, brushing off her knees as she did. There was still an inkling of annoyance marring her features, but it was little compared to the determination that was starting to set in. If someone had managed to get those three guys from under the underworld's king's noses, then it was someone good. She hadn't known the three men who had been kidnapped, but she knew that no one ever got to work under Philip without being skilled in one thing or another. 

She turned around to face Aleksandra, and was about to speak when she saw something at the sewer entrance behind Aleksandra. The shadows weren't right. There was something blocking the light more than if there was nothing, making them darker than they should be. Her eyes narrowed, and a very faint outline of a person became visible to her. She flicked her eyes back to Aleksandra, having not moved her head to see for fear of letting whoever was there know she'd seen them. "Someone's watching us," she said quietly, speaking loud enough that her voice could be heard near the sewer entrance, but not have the individual words—or even the language—be decipherable. "Don't turn around. You saw the sewer entrance we passed a little ways back on the street? Someone's hiding in the shadows there, and whoever it is they're good so we can assume it's not just a random kid, but someone with experience." She pursed her lips and scratched her chin, keeping one eye on whoever it was that was watching them. She didn't care look directly at him, to do so would be to alert him that she knew he was there. 

"I want to know who it is," she continued after a short while. "It might very well be the one who's been kidnapping men. If you run after him, I'll circle around, take another sewer entrance, and cut him off. Okay?" 

There wasn't time for a response, as a loud scream sounded, echoing of the buildings. It sounded like it was both human and inhuman at the same time, but even if Lucie had wanted to analyze it there wasn't time. Her head snapped towards the sewer as whoever it was had started to move, splashing through the sewer without a care. 

"Go!" She told Aleksandra, turning herself to run down the adjacent alley. If she remembered the lay-out of this area correctly, there would be another sewer entrance that would let her cut in front of their would-be spy. If Aleksandra was quick enough—and she fully expected her to be—she'd be able to catch up to him quick enough that he, or whoever it was, would not be able to get away. Even as she ran, she scrunched up her nose. Going down into the sewers was never a pleasant experience, but sometimes it had to be done. She cast her mind towards the sewer system as a whole beneath them, 'asking' for any and all presences. It was vague, given the immense size of the area she covered, but she got an approximate position of their spy. He would be caught soon enough.