The day was incredibly blustery, especially now in the evening. Leslie pulled her coat more tightly on her shoulders. This act did not improve matters nearly enough for her taste. When is this contact going to be here!?

Eventually though, he arrives. Or she, it's hard to tell under the ridiculous mask. He doesn't call out, no, that would be too risky with Parliament dogs crawling about the city. As per the instructions, they would sit on the nearby bench, don't look in each other's directions.

"Well?" he asks. Definitely masculine. Leslie knows exactly what he's asking about. 

"Yes, the Enforcer patrols have changed." She then began describing her observations, to the doubled guards in the lesser streets and the strange people on the corners glaring at the passers-by out past sundown. The man nodded, then stood up to leave. In his place was a small satchel containing money. It wasn't much, but it'll help support the child for another year or so. She took the money and left silently. On her way home, however, she was stopped by an Enforcer patrol.

"Excuse me, madam. Have you seen any members associated with the Rebellion?" he asked. "We can never be too careful in such tumultuous times, yes?"

"No I have not," Leslie responded, fighting the urge to smile. "If I see one, I shall report it immediately."