She sighs, bringing up both hands, rubbing the bridge of her nose, then her head. "If...<em>if</em>someone finds her back in that alley...I'm not going on some fool rescue mission." She drops her hands again, finally giving up. "My place though. It's closer, and I've got the pizza from last night, your fridge is basically an arctic home for mold..." The pizza isn't a whole lot, but at least it's a scosh more than what Stone has. She sighs again, turning back to the furless one...