Neil thought not for the first time that this was well executed. Far better executed than he could have done alone. He was used to improvising, or spur of the moment cons when he wasn't purse snatching. This had been orchestrated like a play. It was good Neil had a good memory and penchant for the dramatic, lest he wouldn't have been convincing. It was impressive how good of an actor Emmaline was. Even compared to her role as the noble lady, this was something else. Neil had to remind himself to keep his mind on the mission, though her in that outfit absolutely murdered him. He truly hoped she wore it tonight and they did a bit of roleplaying because goddamn she kept one upping him. 

As it was, Neil decided to take himself into the next street, following the trail they had agreed upon. He went through the Temple Quarter, the older architecture was pretty in an archaic way. Neil had never been the most devout follower of the Gods, but they were anti chaos; at least the supernatural form of it. Which he was all for, truth be told. They perverted the safe, fun sort of chaos he liked. They took it too seriously.

An hour later, he made it to Marketplatz, around the less populated streets near the smaller ironworks that smelted the steel for pikes and swords rather than the guns. Here, private smiths and military contractors collected good steel to use. None of them knew Neil by sight, and so the young man casually leaned on the wall near the corner that led into a shop of knickknacks, waiting for the 'justicar' to make her appearance. When she did, he let out a low whistle that carried to her ears with a satisfying richness. 

"Sigmar, you look hot." He marveled, shaking his head. He grinned at how dumb he probably sounded, but it was a shameless one. "So how'd it go? Did they look put off enough? Aaaand ready for our second date?"