Suddenly Izzy didn't feel so in-control.  She had lived long enough in these streets to hear this story, even from her own mouth.  Her jaw tensed, a shadow moved at her breast as she heaved a heavy sigh at the notion.  Pretty girl... tough girl.  All of it goes out the window when a weapon comes out, or a small crew of highly-motivated individuals, or a pair of handcuffs...<br/><br/><i>or a badge and a gun</i>, she remembered, the kind of memory that makes you want to twist away, as if you were actually facing it happening and couldn't look any more.  She inhaled sharply through her nose and tilted her face back to regard the girl in the meager light... sure she was offering something, and in her place, at her age, Izzy might have offered as much.  But, much like Izzy, something in this girl's eyes said she didn't mean it at all.  That was a small consolation... a spark far more attractive than if she'd actually meant surrender and was begging for mercy, offering her ass in exchange for freedom.  If it was a ruse, it was a respectable move.<br/><br/>"A hundred bones.  That's larceny-- they would put you inside for that much, where a cute little thing like you would be mincemeat."  She resisted the urge to look the girl over again, focusing on her big eyes instead.  "What if some crazy freak like me catches you, cuts you?  That worth a hundred?"  She angled the knife subtle for emphasis, and a cold drop of rain streamed down it to land on Ashleigh's collarbone.  "Being stabbed hurts worse than anything you can imagine.  You could bleed out so fast, and this city wouldn't give a shit," she spat the last word, her dark eyes narrowing close to Ashleigh's.  "Cuffs, blades, bullets?  That worth a hundred bucks to you?"<br/><br/>At this, Izzy seemed to ease her brace against the slickened masonry, and her dark-stained lips flattened from a disapproving scowl to a flat line of disappointment.  "Pick it up."  She eased her elbow from where it was bruising Ashleigh's shoulder, slackening the tensed forearm from her neck.  She pushed off with a little more pressure, easing the throbbing pressure at Ashleigh's hip, and stood back.  In a singular motion, Izzy folded the blade in one hand, but didn't put it away.  Her eyes cut sideways to the mouth of the alley for a flicker, but there was nothing but the cascade of water in the wash of neon light.<br/><br/>She flicked her wallet open, checking the contents.  "You run, and I'll trip you."