'Out of earshot' is no longer private enough, it seems. Where else--? They could go onto neutral territory together, she supposes. Safer, unless they were seen speaking by literally any uninvolved party. Shit.

She lets out a low breath, carrying a quiet curse. And seems to come to a decision. She puts two fingers in her mouth - briefly baring the sharp eyeteeth - and whistles another piercing signal, different from the one she'd given on his arrival.

There's no obvious change, but she listens a moment, head tilted, until whatever she hears in reply satisfies her. "Means fuck off," she says. "They'll pass it on. Stay down and away til I tell 'em it's good to move again." She jerks her head down the alley, resumes walking. "Come on. Unless you got a better place to take me."

She doesn't think she needs to say it: She's just paralyzed her backup. Should he decide she's a threat, there'll truly be no one close enough to help her. This better be good, de Luca.

"Gonna have to give me something," she goes on, keeping her voice low as she walks. "If you're asking us to help you dig up proof. Don't think you'd have come here if you didn't think it stood a good chance of being true."