If that was an invitation for her to scram, it was lost somewhere in the translation. She frowned but didn't hesitate to trail him, putting enough faith in his humanity that he wasn't leading her into some sort of ambush. Probably not the smartest of moves, but doing this sort of thing night in and night out took more balls than brains, or so she could justify it if pressed later on.

"Those men will be there in two minutes," she said, more urgently this time, voice in a low, sharp whisper. "Or call it in if you're worried they're trigger happy. We need to speak."