"It's also more dangerous." Ashleigh put in, though she didn't really know why. Like Izzy, she enjoyed the freedom that the night offered. There weren't as many people around to bother her, no crowds, or excessive noise. It was peaceful. As long as you kept your head down and knew which alleys to avoid. Ashleigh knew the streets well. She knew where it was safe, and where it was not. Somehow, she felt like as long as she was with Izzy, she'd be safe anywhere. As long as she stayed on her good side. "I don't need you to protect me." She said suddenly. Ashleigh wasn't sure whether it was her own thought that made her speak, or Izzy's warning that it was for her own good. She thought it was a bit of both, though she couldn't understand why she felt a little disappointed that Izzy wasn't actually taking her home. A warm bed was a warm bed.<em>It'd be even warmer with someone else in it</em>.<br/><br/>Ashleigh took a few quick strides forward until the two were walking side by side. "Why not?" She asked bluntly. Romance had always eluded Ashleigh, though it wasn't for lack of interest. Very few people interested her in that way. She wasn't sure whether or not she was attracted to Izzy, but she was curious whether there was even a chance. Certainly she found the woman intriguing. Physically, too, she was Ashleigh's type: tall, strong, athletic. Her companion was guarded, though. Ashleigh frowned a little when she discovered that her subtle interrogation hadn't been successful. However, she had no plans of coming right out and asking whether or not she was gay. What would that imply?<br/><br/>"I like girls." She said confidently, not the type of girl to hide her sexuality. And perhaps she thought that if she was open about herself, Izzy might be as well. "And no. I don't think anyone wants to date a street girl who picks peoples pockets for a living." She shrugged, as if trying to say that it didn't bother her. Maybe it didn't. Ashleigh tried not to care what other people thought of her. For the most part she succeeded. But that didn't mean she never got lonely. She glanced at Izzy again, taking her all in, as if to see if there was some chemistry there. No, Ashleigh thought. She just wants a partner . . . a work partner.<br/><br/>"This is it?" Ashleigh asked, though there wasn't a trace of disappointment in her voice, merely curiosity. She pushed the key into the door. It turned and unlocked. "Works." She assured Izzy, then turned to look at her. "You're not leaving, are you?"