After a while, when it became evident nogriffin was after her, she relaxed, letting the makeshift bag fall to her claws as she slunk further into the shadows, taking shelter behind the broken remains of half a cart around one particularly dank corner, flanked on the far side by a rather torrential downpour of water that had gathered in the corner of one of the roofs far above her, and was overflowing and falling to the muddy ground below.