[Sadrain]

December 14th, Chicago. Sewer #17. Outpost.

Aiolia huffed, looking down at the man. She rubbed her forehead, in clearly nervous manner. It was rare for her to express such unease.
"No, I don't need your help. Can't I just come and check on you, after that little display few days ago?"
Another glare went to Leila, but she watched everything in silence, without any movements. There was no way the assassin would move from her spot, so, if they wanted more private talk (or what they thought to be such), they would have to move. It was interesting to watch their interactions and Leila wondered what was that 'little display'. Maybe some attack, while drunk?

Aiolia sighed heavily. "Anyways, I also have some news to tell you. It's about Alice." The girl walked ahead, motioning him to follow. She was sure Amante wouldn't want for Leila to hear everything, the problem was that she knew not how far Leila's hearing reached, so, although they walked to the outer edge of outpost, it wasn't enough.