Last time we talked, he was in Old Town, but with the warrant...

[Trailing off, he shrugs, as if to say 'who the fuck knows now'. But then he scowls and lets out a derisive snort.]

I wouldn't call us friends - just helped her un-fuck her situation a bit after they booted her out.

[Now he feels oddly responsible for leaving a lamb in the middle of the wolves den. But hey - she's got to learn to stand for herself. He's just trying to make sure she doesn't get ground into the dirt before she can even find her feet.

Stepping back, he frowns and glances down the corridor again.]

If something changes and you end up having to sell her out, at least give me a warning, yeah?