Rudolph watched her go towards the back. He had no idea the murders were getting closer and closer to Gwen's shop. The urchins didn't bother so much with street names so much as what they looked like. Not to mention most of them did not even know about Gwen's shop so they never relayed that information to him. Which might be helpful, but alas, hindsight is twenty twenty. "If you fear, then why do you stay here?" He followed her back towards the kitchen. He was careful not to lean up against anything. Or touch anything for that matter. Last thing he needed to do was bring more trouble upon Gwen.<br/><br/>He looked at Gwen and tried to ignore everything he saw in the kitchen. There was plenty worth stealing. The silverware. The bowls and cups he could see laying about. The food he knew would be in the pantry. The wood by the stove. All of it he could take and make use of. The only limit was how much he could carry. Of course, he wouldn't do it and firmly stuck his hands under his shirt. Despite his age, many of his actions could still be considered child like. Probably from the habit of avoiding most adults. "You can come with me. I don't have much to offer, but you wouldn't have to worry about him anymore."