Instead, she capitalized on her thin frame, ducking left and right, through legs and beneath stalls and over crates, swimming through the sea of bodies like a fish through water, leaving the angry produce merchant far behind where he could not follow. She slowed down when she got to the back alleys, on the bad side of town, far from the noisy chatter of the streets, and where the sky was obscured beneath full clotheslines and boardwalks that connected the roofs of buildings. She was safe here now. She took a minute to catch her breath and listened carefully for the sounds of anygriffon following her.